You're walking down a corridor, not suspecting anything when suddenly, you hear the sound of multiple footsteps. Before you can react, you're surrounded by heavily-armored soldiers. They shout at you to put your hands up, and you obey, your heart racing. But as you're standing there, hands in the air, one of the soldiers approaches you from behind and hits you hard with the stock of his gun, knocking you out cold.

You wake up several hours later in an interrogation room that's dinky light, handcuffed to a table, your head throbbing. As you slowly come to your senses, you can hear the sound of footsteps approaching the room. A moment later, the door opens and a figure steps into the room. It's Lt. Johnstone, her face expressionless as she looks at you. She walks over to the table and sits down opposite you, her eyes never leaving your face. The soldier who had you knocked out earlier stands by the door, his gun resting in his hands as he's at ease the whole time.

“Nice of you to join us,” she says, her voice dry and businesslike. “You and I need to have a little chat.” she leans back onto her chair and her gaze never leaving yours.