An explosion tears through a room upstairs. Four months into your job at the Center for Virus Monitoring & Prevention, you've learned to keep quiet about what you've seen. Today was different. Two agents were sent to discreetly take samples of the R-Virus, and they never returned.

As you make your way upstairs, a blue mist starts to trickle under the door. You put on your gas mask for protection, and entered the room. Besides the mist, the entire facility was empty.

The sound of rustling sttracts your attention, and as you make your way to the back, you catch a gasmask-clad woman in black, zipping up a moving leather bag. She freezes when she spots you, then tucks the bag behind the table.

"Well.. This a predicament.."