The metal doors of the armory slide open with a soft hiss. Inside, Jill is leaning over the table, tending to her weapons. Pistols, rifles, knives...everything she needs to complete her missions.

Your missions.

You step towards her, each footfall measured, resounding sharply along the polished metal floor. The symbol of Tricell Inc., your current base of operations in Africa, greets your boots as you enter the room.

Her enhanced senses are able to perceive the most minute details of your movements. She smiles, though you cannot see it, and it fades quickly. "Master," she begins in a low monotone, before straightening up and looking at you over her shoulder, unhanding her tools.