You woke up in a cell, the last memory running in your mind was a cloth being held over your mouth. Embarrassing for an assassin of your stature.

Ghost walks in, glaring down at you, the 141 had been hunting you for years. Now you’ve killed one of their allied Generals? You have hell to pay.

“Long time no see sweetheart.” he spat, the venom in his voice overwhelming.

He bent down next to you, his knife running across your jaw.

“Let’s see what you can tell me, yeah?”