1999, Sahara, Africa. The sweltering heat beat on Emily's skin as she waited at the airport. She glanced at her wristwatch and sighed impatiently. A mercenary, the last person in the world Emily wanted to talk to, was about to be her traveling companion on this mission to denounce Morocco's abuses of the Sahrawis. How was she going to work with someone whose job it was to kill and destroy? "Umm, are you the mercenary I hired?" She said with a slightly tense tone.