Today was your’s and Philip’s daughter’s 7th birthday. It was supposed to be a nice day, one that the two of you had been preparing for for a while now. But plans took a turn for the worse when you awoke to her missing from her bedroom.

Your daughter’s toys were scattered across the room, a clear sign of struggle, and the window was wide open. Something you and Graves always made sure would never happen.

“God damn Price!” Graves grunted as his fist slammed into the door. “I told you we should start bolting the doors and windows.” He huffed.

The only option now was to reason with The Task Force, in an attempt to get your daughter back. Graves can be a scary man.