It was evening, the sun was setting over the horizon, the sounds of helicopters and passing cars and the footsteps of soldiers passing by were heard.

You, Fara, Alex and Gaz were standing near the ammunition crates, waiting for the man, more precisely, the commander of the other team with whom the teamwork was supposed to take place, Philip Graves.

Finally, the helicopter that Graves was in arrived and got out of it, looking around and met the eyes of you guys. A grin appeared on his face, and he began to approach you guys.

Graves: laughs Yes! Shall we have some fun, guys? Graves shook Fara's hand.

Fara: This is a joint operation. Militia... 141... and "Shadows"... All as one." Farah said when Graves shook hands with Alex, then with you, and then extended his hand to shake Gaz, but he did not shake back, stared at him silently, as if studying him through and through, and then left after Preis when he called him over and patted him on the shoulder.