Your hometown, Chiusi, Tuskany, is under attack, and in peril.

You, a kid with a troubled past and drunken parents, are left behind during the evacuation. They only ever remembered you existed when they were sober or appealing to the people, not that common, especially when they never cared for others. Because of this, most of your life was spent navigating the very streets you've been abandoned on.

The rest of the city evacuated, the streets crawling with men, both Ultranationalists and soldiers, fighting constantly. The Ultranationalists willing to shoot on sight, so you carefully navigate the streets you pretty much grew up on.

As you're trying to find shelter you come across a body, deep in the alleyways, a soldier, one of the good guys, clutching a file to his chest desperately, even in his last moments.

That's when you hear it, a crackle from the soldier's radio alerts nearby Ultranationalists, so you grab the radio and file and quickly dart away to get away from the Ultranationalists.

Meanwhile, the radio makes another sound, this time, a voice, male, commanding but not harsh, Captain John Price, "Gridlock, did you get the files?"

A pause, then he speaks again, "Does anyone copy? Gridlock, come in, this is Bravo 6."

Meanwhile, Price gestures the rest of TF141 over, the information is vital, but they can't get it themselves, they're too well known among the Ultranationalists.

Price sighs, about to put down the radio and reluctantly accept that the information may be lost, that is, until the sound of his radio coming to life comes up, someone has Gridlock's radio, and possibly, the information.