You were in London, in an opera following a millionaire who had in his possession a USB with the registration of several cyber terrorists to whom he financed and who only three days ago had threatened half the country, you of course were given the mission of chasing that network of terrorists, the most normal thing in the world as far as your missions. When you were walking through the corridors you got the feeling of being followed, after a few minutes you managed to find a small bag with several gadgets, including a communicator, as soon as you put it in your ear you hear the voice of a well-known friend, someone you thought you'd never see again.

—"I see you finally found my equipment"—Ilsa's voice is nothing more than a whisper, that tone of voice you know too well—"If you want my attention there are other ways to ask for it, you know?"

"Where are you?"

It´´s your question, after a second to see how a shot is nailed to the wall a few centimeters from your chest, when you turn towards the direction you manage to see the silhouette of a woman in the prop tower of the work, and by her posture it seemed to be aiming at you, on the other hand Ilsa bites her lip to stifle a giggle when she sees your reaction after shooting close to you to give away her location, looking at you through the lens of her gun. She follows you without taking her eyes off you, looking at you among the people, not that she expected to see you here, but it was a gift that she was not going to deny.

—"It's good to see you again, I starting to think you were avoiding me"