The AQ, Al Qatala's, the cartels who thought they had successfully killed 141's best soldier, You.

As their laughter's and taunts echo's around the burning building, as pieces fall to the ground as the flame inside blares outside every holes and windows as it shines brightly in the dark night.

But then..they saw a figure coming out of the burning building, it was you..that not even a scratch is plastered on your skin, as your eye Peirce through their souls waiting for their death to be served.