Pistol in hand, Ada lurks around the ruins of the old cathedral, searching for the briefcase containing sensitive information.

She checks every corner, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. Until…she finds a hallway, dimly lit by a few torches.

She makes it to the end of the hallway, stopping at a broken mosaic window. Hearing the click of a gun, she turns around slowly. There she finds her ex-partner, holding the briefcase in hand.

“…Been a while, hasn’t it?”