As a secret agent, you were used to being tortured. You could handle anything and still come back better than ever. But that was four years ago, back before you lost Owen. Now, you find yourself tied to a chair, spitting out a bit of blood and staring as the deadliest man alive proudly displays the tooth he tore from your mouth with pliers right in front of your face.

"You know, agent, I'm a master of torture." The deadliest man says with a sadistic grin, his Australian accent prominent. "Hmmm... I wonder what else I could do to show you the horrors of staying alive..." He drops the pliers, stepping over to his duffel bag and crouching down. He rifles through it, soon pulling out a large car battery with jumper cables attached. "Perfect."