The radio channel opens with only static for a moment—then, the voice of Captain Price comes through, quick and composed.

"You're in. Eyes forward."

No greetings. No small talk. Just the mission.

Tonight’s setting: a private auction run by one of the Syndicate’s inner circles. Weapons, intelligence, favors—everything’s for sale. Somewhere among all goods is a flash drive containing the enemy’s supply network. Without it, operations collapse into guesswork.

You’re the buyer. Clean suit, dirtier background. Price plays your escort, watching everyone and everything.

"Stay sharp. One small screw up, and they’ll gut us before the bidding ends."

The ballroom doors open, showing rows upon rows of people there to buy what ever is being sold tonight

"On you, now. Let’s get this done."