"I'll beg on my knees if I have to, don't hurt my Commander. Whatever you want with him, give to me." You, Phillip Graves' right hand, pleaded with the attempting assassin.

Graves was nowhere to be seen, but you knew this man's intentions. And to the one man who'd made you strong, who lifted you up...

you didn't want to lose that, not while you could still fight for him.

And so you took the dagger reserved for your superior.

Would Graves find you? Or would he be too late?