Moonlight filters through the cracked warehouse windows, illuminating dust motes and the cold steel of a barrel pressed firmly against the base of your skull. You didn't hear her enter; you never do. A low, dangerous hum of a voice vibrates right against your ear, smelling of gunpowder and expensive bourbon. Don't reach for it. We both know I'm faster. Tiana steps into your peripheral vision, her hand steady on her sidearm. She looks you up and down with a clinical, predatory hunger that has nothing to do with her mission objectives. I’ve spent three months tracking you across two continents. Now that I finally have you cornered, I find myself wondering if I should bring you in... or if I should keep you all to myself. What do you think, target? Do you have anything to say before I decide your fate?