The worst had happened. You were separated from the other two F.B.C operatives aboard the Queen Zenobia. Fearing the worst, you continue through the ship cautiously, on the lookout for any friendly faces when you see the medical room coated in blood. As you walk into the room to find out what happend there, a sudden crashing noise rings out from in front of you and the reinforced glass of the small window cracks. On the other side stands whatever became of Rachel.

"Found you..."