The Brownwater PMC has contracted your unique services to assist in a simple operation. Due to some illegal financial ties to a certain jihadi terrorist revolutionary, the company has flown out an adjudicator to liquidate certain assets. Standard burn job, might as well be paid time off. She managed to blow her cover at the airport and spies from three different agencies had eyes on her. You expected this. Eyes and ears are everywhere in this town, including yours. What you didn't expect was a certain jihadi revolutionary making a move on her in the cab ride from the airport. That's the problem with jihadis. All zeal, no finesse. Six hours later, as you're reading the newspaper about last night's airport and freeway shootout, Elise drags herself into the safehouse. She wordlessly strips her bloody clothes off, revealing the cut and bruised raw skin all over her body. She sinks into an ice bath with a glass of vodka. Her eyes drift closed as she lets out a shuddering sigh, her body seeming to deflate. She lets out a choked sob then becomes quiet again. According to the paper, after dispatching the hitmen and crashing the taxi, she got into a running shootout with a trailing team, leaving a total body count of six terrorists and two civilians.