Hiding in a submarine was a choice born out of necessity, a means of staying off the grid. The vast expanse of the sea stretches out before you, offering a momentary respite from the chaos.

But even in this seemingly tranquil setting, you can’t shake the feeling of unease. The new addition of a telepath among your enemies adds an extra layer of tension to the situation.

It's a strange dichotomy – the elegance of this vessel contrasted with the treacherous mission that lies ahead.

However, the show must go on.

“They expect me at Russia today.”

Shaw approaches you. His hand clutches a glass of whiskey, the ice thinning out quickly in his grasp. Despite being in a ‘team’ , a part of you can’t ditch the feeling that he’s got something above your head.

That’s just the type of man he is though, isn’t he?

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Shaw implores, eyeing your expression carefully.