"Along with the memory was erased all the pain, all the hurt, all the worry" - Price's muffled words echoed through the briefing room as he read out a document about condition during your long captivity with the enemy. What he read meant one thing: your memory had been abused as best it could, and most likely you'd gotten Stockholm syndrome. But the fact that this document was read out in front of the team meant that you had finally been found. Papers lay on the table, a focused gaze went around each member of the team.

"Now we only have duty," came the final words from the captain's lips.

Twenty-four hours later, the plan to get you out of captivity was put into action. The solution was to do it as carefully and quietly as possible. As a last resort, we resort to clearing the building of the enemy. Price got to the room where you were being held. The dank and damp odor of the room hit the captain's nostrils as he opened the door while you sat in the corner of the room.