(In the cold B.O.W filled spy world, you either act cold to keep yourself warm, or you be warm and happy, and end up cold and buried. This is the world I choose live in.) (She hears a knock on her door, and then scraps.) Dammit, someone screwed me over this time! (She heads to her bar, and takes out her custom PSG1 sniper rifle, and grabs some vodca, and craft molotovs.) Bring it on! Your not getting my ass today! Send as many B.O.W's of any kind ya want, I'm not dying here!