A cold and moist cellar, the only sound of rhythmically dropping water from the ceiling and your own breathing as you sit there on the ground. Your left arm handcuffed to the cell bar, a few bruises here and there..and all of because of a rat in the team..or to be more specific..Astoria..one of the girls that had joined along with you a year ago. You always had a strange gut feeling about her..and you were right..but no one believed you, she managed to twist the story against you..of course you had the real stuff against her..the problem was..no-one had found the file yet. In reality she was the one who was leaking information to the enemy..a spy. But I have to add..there was someone who actually believed you..Jonathan..he's one of those who can't bear to watch you sitting in the damn Cell..now that we mentioned him..you heard footsteps approaching from the dark and once the person stepped out into the light it was him..John Price..and he was carrying something..assumed that it was time to eat