No drinks in Strelka

"You see them... You see they use Jenny, hurt Jenny, break Jenny... They use and break you... Yet Jenny try to console you... You think it's over.... A gunshot... Jenny drops dead, you feel her blood on you everywhere... The Douglass brothers mock you... Then you see the gun aiming at you, you hear another gunshot... You wake up crying... Glance at the sleeping pills and sedatives. You throw them away in anger... You crying devastated... Fredrick took away everything. Just luck the agency found you after an anonymous call. You survived, yet you feel dead. Crying until morning. It was for 6 days, but you can leave. The Agency have a hospital, just called the Agency Hospital. Advanced Medical technology not yet existing. Do help on you? Not... Today is worse. You crying until morning. After the check up, you go out and sit in the waiting car you wear full black. The sent car by the agency bring you to Jenny's funeral. Everyone devastated and feel bad for you. Then it happens what you know it's unavoidable. Jenny's mom and dad comes to you"\n\n__Jenny's mom:\n"the mother look at you crying"\n"Find them, all of them who did this!"\n"She hold on your suit"\n\n__Jenny's dad:\n"The father says with serious tone"\n"Bring them to justice"\n"He fighting with his tears"\n\n__Jenny's mom:\n"The mother shake her head. She hold on you looking through your soul"\n"Find and kill them, no mercy, kill all of them who made any role... Promise me, promise to her, for her memory, she needs revenge!"\n"The father first look shocked, but after he see you noding at the request, he nods as they hug you crying, the mother say to you something special"\n"You did everything you can, she don't blame you, never. This is not your fault, just take revenge, give her peace."\n"They leaving...you stay...even after nobody left, you stay." \n\n\n\n"You crying uncontrollably as drop to your knees in the loss and pain next to her tombstone. Suddenly you feel someone hold your shoulder. You look and see a gray, almost silver haired person next to you using a hood."\n\n__Unknown:\n"The tone is strong, yet comforting."\n"Sometimes we need to risk everything, more than we already did. Sometimes we need to look the bigger picture. If you choose the right path, you can save her the second time."\n"You feel this is the rudest comment someone can say, you ready to answer with a punch, but you see nobody anywhere at all."\n\n"Maybe it was your imagination. Your phone suddenly rings. The Agency calls you. You take a breath as answer the call you recognize your Agency coordinator and friend's Jeff's voice"\n\n__Jeff:\n"His tone nervous that is not common"\n"AlleyGaytor? Finally. We have some informations you interested in. We've seen Frederick Douglass in Europe, Germany. It seems he don't know you are alive. This means you have advantage in this whole case. Don't say there is no case because I know you well..."\n"His tone is father like as always after a minute silence he says with a sad tone"\n"Sorry about Jenny. Melissa still can't believe it. But don't worry, we catch them, and I'm with you all the way, don't try to leave me out from this! Ok?"\n"As soon as he stop talk ends the call." \n\n"You have a faint smile, knowing he did to don't give you chance to say no. You still stay at the tombstone silently. After some time you kiss your fingers and after gently brush on the tombstone. You lost your true love. Time to pay everyone. You leave the cemetery, going home after left hospital. You step in. Suddenly like a storm rolls out every memories with her... Every furniture, every part of your home is her, it's loss and pain, you run out crying as stumble over a box. You blinking in surprise and look around. Nobody here, yet you know this box wasn't here some minutes ago. You open it. You see Walter P99 ammo clips inside. The ammo clips you didn't had that day. You immediately pull out your phone, turn on the fingerprint search. You almost jump in surprise as Jeff suddenly talk"\n\n__Jeff:\n"His voice practical filled with routine"\n"I'm on it... There is hint of gloves on them, means someone was smart. But there is a partial fingerprint...aw my... Agent AlleyGaytor. It's Lila. Your ex girlfriend, it's her fingerprint!"\n"You looks more than shocked. Why she have fingerprints on your missing ammo clips? You decide to ask her. You hear Jeff's warning"\n"Careful AlleyGaytor. If she is HIT agent or have a role in this, you must stay on guard. Also, look at your watch. We installed a new technology a TruthLie detector. From now I can give you 100% information if the person says truth or lie. Agent AlleyGaytor it's your choice how you approach Lila and get the information. Just have the answers, why her fingerprints on the ammo clips and who is the other person with gloves. According to Atlas you find her at her home. She is alone, her parents on a business trip. The mission active!"\n"Jeff's talk formally, this means business you know well he stays on the line from now until you turn it off."\n\n"Lila. You remember the stormy breakup with her. A video was sent to you and the whole school, she had sex with someone, who took her innocence, but because the person held the phone, you never found who was the guy. She didn't say it who was the guy, or why she had sex with him. You wasn't able to forgive without answers, you broke up. You take a breath and push the doorbell next to her home's door. You not really talked with anyone on the funeral, especially your ex. You trying to find what you will say. But if she was in this, you have a bullet with her name on it. The door opens. You see her still in black, she was crying?"\n\n\n\n__Lila:\n"Her eyes puffed and red, she blinking at you some seconds surprised before hug you"\n"AlleyGaytor...I'm sorry about Jenny..."\n"Her hug warm, fuzzy, and she brush her face to your shoulder"\n\n\n\n__Lila:\n"She looks at you hopefully as standing in the living room"\n"Please...please come in...you not alone in this..."\n"She gives you a kind smile as pull you inside toward her room"

"You enter the room quietly. Lila is sitting on the couch with her head down, hands folded in her lap. She seems lost in troubled thought."

Lila: "Lila glances up as you enter, a flash of fear and guilt crosses her face before she averts her eyes. In a soft hesitant voice she says" "I, um...I'm sorry about before. I didn't mean to worry you. There's just...a lot on my mind."

"She falls silent, biting her lip as if struggling to find the right words. After a moment she continues" "I want to help you, I really do. But there are...complications. Things from the past that still haunt me. If I tell you, it could put lives in danger. Please, you have to trust that I'm on your side."

"Her eyes meet yours, filled with sadness and longing. It's clear she cares deeply for you but is bound by secrets of her own."

Jeff:
"AlleyGaytor, I'm picking up signs of deception in Lila's responses. Her pulse and respiration increased when discussing certain topics. She's hiding key details related to your case. I know you care for her well-being, but you need the full truth if you want to avenge Jenny's death and stop HIT. I suggest you proceed with caution."

"Jeff's voice is serious, his concern for your safety palpable."

Lila: "Lila looks at you with pleading eyes as she senses the tension in the room. She stands up slowly, taking small steps towards you." "Please...I'm telling the truth. But there are things that I can't say out loud. Things that could put my family in danger."

"She reaches out to touch your arm, her fingers trembling slightly." "You have to believe me when I say that I want to help you AlleyGaytor. But it has to be done carefully, strategically."

"Her gaze flickers down briefly before meeting yours again." "I know this may not mean much coming from me...but I still love you AlleyGaytor."

Lila: "Lila visibly flinches at your words, lowering her eyes in shame. Her voice comes out small and trembling." "You're right, I am hiding something. And there is someone I fear."

"She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing." "The man who assaulted me, the one who started all of this...his name is Richard. He's one of the leaders of HIT now. After what he did to me, he's been blackmailing me, threatening my family if I don't do what he says."

"Lila meets your gaze, tears welling up as the painful memories resurface." "He made me steal the ammo clips from your house. Said if I didn't, he'd kill my parents. I didn't have a choice!"

"She wraps her arms around herself, on the verge of breaking down." "Please believe me AlleyGaytor, I never wanted to hurt you. I'm so sorry..."

Jeff:
"AlleyGaytor, Lila's telling the truth this time. Her physiological responses check out. Richard is the man who assaulted her and has been using her against her will. I've pulled up his file - he's one of the top men in HIT now. This gives us a lead to follow.

Lila: "Lila wipes her eyes, regaining some composure as she realizes you believe her story."

"I don't have many details, Richard is very secretive. But I overheard him talking to someone on the phone last week. He mentioned meeting with a double agent from your agency next Tuesday at the Strelka Bar in Moscow."

Jeff:
"The Strelka Bar is a well known spy hangout in Moscow. If Richard is meeting an agent there, it could be an opportunity to take him out. I'll run facial recognition on our agents in Russia and get back to you if any flags come up as being double."

"Laying a trap for Richard there could kill two birds with one stone - eliminate a top HIT leader and uncover their mole. But we have to move quickly to set things in motion. And Lila cannot under any circumstances come with us or be involved further. Her safety is compromised where Richard is concerned."

Lila: "I understand. Please, just promise me you'll be careful AlleyGaytor. I couldn't bear it if anything happened to you too."

"She reaches out hesitantly, as if wanting a reassuring touch but afraid to overstep." "And please, promise me you'll stop Richard for good. He deserves to pay for what he's done."

Jeff: "AlleyGaytor, I'm detecting a sense of urgency in Lila's voice and body language. We need to act fast before Richard slips away again."

"Jeff sounds urgent as well, his tone conveying the seriousness of the situation."

Lila: "Lila nods along with Jeff, her expression determined." "Please AlleyGaytor, let me help you in any way I can. Even if it means staying behind and keeping watch from afar."

"She looks at you with pleading eyes, willing you to understand how much she wants to make things right."

Lila: "Lila's face falls at your words, fresh tears welling up as past guilt and shame resurface."

"You're right to be angry with me...I should have told you the truth from the start. But I was so scared and ashamed of what happened."

"She wrings her hands nervously." "After Richard...after what he did, I just wanted to pretend it never happened. I thought that if I didn't say anything, maybe it wouldn't be real."

"Lila meets your gaze, her eyes filled with regret." "But I see now that was the wrong decision. I should have trusted you AlleyGaytor. And I'll never be able to make up for betraying your trust by stealing from you."

"Wiping her eyes, she continues quietly." "All I can do now is help in any way I can to stop Richard and make things right. Even if you never forgive me..."

Jeff: "I understand you want justice for Jenny, AlleyGaytor, but pushing Lila away entirely could compromise the case. She clearly feels deep remorse and wants to atone. For now, keeping her close may yet yield further intel down the line."

"My advice would be to accept her help, but maintain an appropriate distance__Lila__: "Lila nods along with Jeff's words, grateful for the support." "Please AlleyGaytor, I know I messed up. But let me make it right. Let me help you bring down Richard and HIT."

"She looks at you earnestly, her eyes pleading for a chance to prove herself."

Jeff: "AlleyGaytor, Lila's physiological responses indicate that she is being truthful about wanting to help. Her heart rate has slowed and her breathing has evened out - signs of genuine remorse."

"But ultimately, this decision is yours to make. Just remember that we need all the allies we can get if we're going to take down HIT once and for all."

Lila: "Lila visibly deflates at your indifferent response, but nods in understanding."

"Thank you for giving me this chance, even if it's not by choice."

"She takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders with renewed determination." "I'll do everything I can to support your mission. Just tell me what you need - information, equipment, whatever I can safely provide from here."

Jeff: "Alright, here's what I need you both to do. Lila, keep your ear to the ground and let me know immediately if you hear anything else about Richard's plans or contacts."

"In the meantime, I'll get the ball rolling on setting up a sting operation at the Strelka Bar. We'll need to move fast to get our people in place before Tuesday."

"As for you AlleyGaytor, start prepping your gear and reviewing intel on the bar's floor plans. I want you in prime form to take down Richard when the time comes."

"This is our chance to deliver a critical blow to HIT. Let's make it count. I'll check in with updates as our plans develop. For now - stay safe, both of you."

Lila: "You can count on me Jeff, I'll keep my eyes and ears open. And AlleyGaytor, if there's anything else you need from me, just say the word."

"She gives you a small smile, grateful for the chance to help in some way." "I won't let you down again."

Jeff: "Alright AlleyGaytor, I've got some updates for you as you prep. Facial recognition on our Moscow agents came back clear - no doubles identified so far. Which means Richard's contact is likely external."

"I've also reviewed the Strelka Bar floorplans. The main level will be crowded, making it difficult to isolate Richard. But there's a balcony overlooking the bar that would provide the high ground advantage."

"My suggestion is to stake it out in advance. See if you can identify Richard when he arrives, then shadow him up to the balcony meeting. Take him out quietly from there before he even knows what hit him."

"As for backup, I've assembled a strike team that can be on site within 5 minutes of you engaging Richard. Their priority will be cleaning up any mess and extracting you safely."

"Lila also checked in - no new intel to report yet on her end. But she's keeping a close ear out for any last minute changes to Richard's plans. I'll loop you both in immediately if she hears anything."

"Other than that, everything looks good from my end. With any luck, by this time tomorrow Richard will be eliminated and we'll be one step closer to dismantling HIT for good. Stay sharp out there AlleyGaytor__{{char}}__: "As you prepare for the mission, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. You're eager to take down Richard and put an end to HIT's reign of terror once and for all."

"You start gathering your gear - weapons, ammo, comms equipment - checking each item meticulously before packing it away in your bag."

"As you work, Lila comes to mind again. You can't shake off the feeling that she's hiding something from you. But Jeff seems convinced that her remorse is genuine..."

"A sudden beep from your hidden communicator interrupts your thoughts. It's Jeff."

"AlleyGaytor, I just received word from Lila - she overheard some chatter about a potential security breach at our base camp outside Moscow."

"We've got agents en route to investigate now but I wanted to give you a heads up. Stay alert out there AlleyGaytor, things could get dicey."

Jeff: "Alright AlleyGaytor, you're approaching the drop zone. I've got eyes on the Strelka Bar, sending you the live feed now."

"A grainy surveillance photo pops up on your communicator's screen, showing the bar's exterior and front entrance."

"Richard isn't here yet but keep a lookout for any vehicles or individuals matching his description. Take up your position on the balcony and lay low until he arrives."

"My strike team is standing by if needed, but let's try to keep this low profile if we can. Radio silence from here on unless there's an emergency. Good luck out there!"

"With that, Jeff signs off, leaving you to complete the final stages of your recon alone."

"You make your way into the bar, keeping your head down as you weave through the crowded main floor. No sign of Richard yet..."

"Reaching the staircase, you ascend quietly to the empty balcony overlooking the bar below. In the dim light, you scan the area one last time before settling in to wait..."

"What's your next move? Stay hidden and maintain your watch, or...?"

"Crouched low behind the balcony railing, you keep your eyes trained on the bar entrance below."

"Patrons continue to filter in, the noise and activity swelling as evening sets in. Still no sign of Richard..."

"A sudden glint in your peripheral vision draws your attention to a dark sedan pulling up outside. Two large men exit the vehicle, scanning the area before one of them holds the door open."

"Richard emerges - unmistakable even at this distance. He says something to his guards, gesturing towards the bar, before they follow him inside."

"Activating your communicator, you whisper to Jeff:" "Target sighted, entering the bar now with two guards. Taking position."

"Jeff's static-laced reply comes through:" "Copy that AlleyGaytor, strike team standing by. Take the shot on my go."

"Below, you watch Richard make his way through the crowd, guards flanking him closely. He stops at the bar, exchanging words with the bartender..."

"Gripping your rifle tightly, you track Richard in your sights. Just a little closer to the balcony..."

"When the time is right, you'll have a clear shot. But you must wait for Jeff's signal..."

Jeff: "Alright AlleyGaytor, Richard is in position. You've got a clean shot lined up."

"On my mark...three, two, one, mark! Take the shot, AlleyGaytor!"

"With Jeff's confirmation, you steady your breathing and slowly squeeze the trigger."

"The rifle bucks against your shoulder as the bullet flies true, punching a neat hole through Richard's skull."

"His body drops instantly, guards reacting with alarm but finding no target for their guns."

"Nice shot! Strike team is moving in, get to exfil point Bravo immediately. I'll see you back at base, good work out there."

"You extract swiftly, melting into the shadows as chaos erupts below. Mission accomplished - Richard is eliminated, and HIT suffers another critical blow this night."

"Making your way to the rendezvous under cover of darkness, you can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. One down, many more to go... but every victory moves you closer to total victory."

Jeff: "AlleyGaytor, strike team is wrapping up clean-up at the Strelka. No collateral damage or civilian casualties reported."

"You're all clear for exfil. Transport chopper is touching down at your location, ETA 2 minutes. Well done out there, see you back at base soon."

"As Jeff signs off, you hear the approaching thump of helicopter blades cutting through the night air."

"Emerging from your hiding place, you see the chopper's lights sweeping over the treeline as it descends towards the clearing."

"The side door slides open, familiar faces of your fellow agents waving you aboard above the roar of the engines."

"Taking a running leap, you pull yourself inside and collapse onto a seat with a weary sigh."

"Mission accomplished. One more enemy eliminated from the fight. But bigger challenges still lie ahead..."

"As the chopper lifts off, banking towards home, your mind drifts to Lila again. Wondering if she's heard the news yet, and how she'll react to Richard's demise..."

Jeff:

"Welcome back AlleyGaytor. Great work out there tonight, we're one step closer to taking HIT down for good."

"I've got the post-mission briefing and analysis ready for you once you've had a chance to debrief and get some rest. But for now, well done."

"You nod in acknowledgment as Jeff signs off."

Exhausted but satisfied, you close your eyes and allow the rhythmic thumping of the chopper blades to lull you into a light doze for the remainder of the flight home.

"Upon landing back at the remote Agency base an hour later, you disembark groggily and make your way inside."

"After a hot shower and change of clothes, you feel revived enough for a quick meeting with Jeff to touch base."

"So what's the situation looking like now that Richard's been eliminated?" you ask him. "Any intel on how HIT might react to the loss of their leader?"

Jeff:

"My analysis shows HIT will likely go into damage control mode first. Expect them to lie low while assessing who might take over leadership. Internal power struggles could emerge as well."

"Richard had many enemies within the organization. His death creates a vacuum at the top, which could lead to infighting and instability."

"But we can't let our guard down just yet. HIT won't go quietly into the night, so we need to be ready for whatever they throw at us next."

"You nod in agreement." "Understood. I'll review the briefing and keep an eye out for any new developments."

Jeff:

"Good plan. And AlleyGaytor, one more thing - how's Lila doing? Have you had a chance to talk with her since the mission?"

"Your heart sinks slightly at Jeff's question, knowing that Lila is still dealing with immense guilt over her role in Jenny's death."

"No... not yet," you admit. "I'm not sure what to say or how she'll react when she hears about Richard."

Jeff:

"I understand your concern, but it might be worth reaching out soon regardless. She needs someone right now who understands what she's going through."

"As always, AlleyGaytor, if there's anything else I can do to help or support you during this time, don't hesitate to ask."

Jeff: "I know this situation with Lila is complicated, AlleyGaytor. Just do what you think is best."

"You've got a lot on your plate right now. Take some time for yourself as well. I'll be here if you need anything at all."

"Jeff gives you a reassuring nod before signing off."

"Steeling yourself, you exit the base and start the short drive over to Lila's house."

"Pulling up outside, you see her silhouette in the window - no doubt aware of your arrival."

"With a deep breath, you climb out of the vehicle and make your way to the front door. Ringing the bell, you wait with hands in pockets as footsteps approach from within..."

The door swings open, and there stands Lila - visibly shaken but attempting to compose herself upon seeing you.

"H-hey..." she says softly, eyes downcast. "Come in."

"Stepping past her into the foyer, you turn to face Lila as she closes the door behind you. An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air, each at a loss for words where to even begin..."

"Lila looks up at you, eyes glistening with tears though her expression remains unreadable."

"Richard...you killed him?" she asks, barely above a whisper.

"You nod solemnly." "At the Strelka Bar in Moscow, as planned. It's over for him now."

"Lila lets out a shaky breath, bringing a hand to her mouth. For a long moment she says nothing, processing this news you've brought."

"I...I don't know what to say," she admits faintly. "Part of me feels relieved, but then..."

"Her voice breaks as tears begin to fall. Lila squeezes her eyes shut, shoulders shaking silently as all the trauma and guilt she's bottled up for so long comes pouring out at last."

"Lila lets out a quiet sob at your words, her defenses crumbling as you place a comforting hand on her shoulder."

"I'm s-sorry..." she manages between tears. "For everything that happened, for m-my part in...in what they did to J-Jenny..."

"Gazing up at you with red, watery eyes, Lila reaches up to hold your hand in both of hers."

"I never wanted to hurt anyone, l-least of all you. But I was so scared...I didn't know what else to do..."

"Her tears continue to fall as she speaks, the weight of guilt finally lifting from her shoulders now that the truth is out in the open between you both at last."

"Gently squeezing her hands in yours, you give Lila a small, understanding nod. In this moment there is nothing else to say - only the shared grief you both feel, and the solace of knowing the threat is over."

"Lila shudders at your words, the full horror of what could have been sinking in."

"Y-you're right," she whispers, eyes downcast. "As much as I hate what I did, it was the only choice to stay alive."

"She looks up at you again, expression pained but resolute." "Thank you for understanding. And for ending Richard - I'll finally be able to sleep at night knowing he can't hurt anyone else."

"Releasing your hand, Lila wipes her eyes and takes a deep breath to compose herself."

"Please take care, AlleyGaytor. And know you have my full support if you ever need anything."

"You give her a small nod of acknowledgment before turning to leave."

"Goodbye, Lila. Stay safe."

"With that, you exit and make your way back home, both relieved and exhausted by the evening's events. But at least now, one chapter of pain is closed for good..."

"The drive home is quiet as you process all that transpired with Lila."

Jeff: "Heading back now, AlleyGaytor? How did it go with her?"

"You give Jeff a rundown of your conversation with Lila - from her emotional breakdown to the confirmation that Richard is dead, and her part in past events is now out in the open."

Jeff: "Sounds like you both got some closure, even if it was difficult to hear. At least now there's no more secrets or threats hanging over her."

"Jeff pauses thoughtfully." "You did the right thing by giving her a chance to explain herself. Not everyone reacts well under duress."

"Pulling into your driveway, you cut the engine and sit for a moment staring ahead in thought."

Jeff: "Get some rest, my friend. You've earned it after the mission. I'll be monitoring things here if you need me overnight."

"You nod, offering Jeff a grateful smile before exiting the vehicle and making your way inside your home at last."

*Kicking off your shoes with a weary sigh, you collapse onto the couch - body exhausted but mind still processing the rollercoaster of emotions this night has brought. For now, it's finally over...

"As you lay down, you feel the tension and stress of the long day slowly start to melt away."

"In the quiet of your bedroom, you listen to the sounds of the night outside your window and allow your mind to empty of thought."

"Just as you feel sleep beginning to overtake you, a soft ping sounds from your communicator."

Jeff: "Goodnight, AlleyGaytor. Pleasant dreams."

"A small smile tugs at your lips at Jeff's parting message."

"You send back a brief reply of thanks before setting your comm aside and getting comfortable."

"Wrapped in the comfort of your blankets, you feel at peace - knowing your friends have your back, and the threat from Richard is gone for good."

"Thoughts drifting, you remember Lila's tearful words and the closure you both found tonight."

"Whatever challenges may come, for now all is calm..."

"And with that reassurance, you surrender fully to sleep at last, drifting off into a deep and restful slumber."

"You sleep soundly through the night, your mind and body sinking into a place of stillness and restoration."

"In your dreams, memories and imaginings blend together in vivid yet nonsensical ways, as the subconscious processes the events of the day."

"At some point you become aware of a soft pressure against your lips, the scent of vanilla and jasmine surrounding you like a warm embrace."

""AlleyGaytor..." a familiar voice whispers, breath tickling your skin."

"Opening your eyes, you find Lila gazing down at you with a tender smile, her blonde hair cascading around you both like a curtain."

""Shh, it's alright." She soothes, caressing your cheek. "Let me take care of you...""

"Her lips meet yours once more in a kiss both soothing and stirring."

"As her hands begin to explore your body with delicate passion, you realize with surprise that this is no ordinary dream..."

"You sigh and rub your eyes, the lingering sensations of the dream leaving you feeling conflicted."

Jeff: "Rough night? Want to talk about it?"

"You recount the vivid dream involving Lila, shaking your head in bemused frustration."

Jeff: "Dreams are just our subconscious minds processing emotions and events. Don't read too much into it."

"Jeff pauses thoughtfully." "Lila represents a complicated time in your past that you never fully resolved. It makes sense she'd surface in your dreams as you both seek closure."

"You nod, knowing Jeff's logical perspective helps put things in better perspective."

Jeff: "Try not to overthink it. You've both been through trauma. Now focus on moving forward in health."

"His words ring true. While the dream unsettled you, at least it's a sign your mind is processing through everything on a deeper level."

"You feel reassured having Jeff to help make sense of it all with his calm, rational view."

"Thanks man. I'll do my best not to dwell on it."

"You spend the morning lounging around your home, catching up on chores and otherwise keeping yourself occupied."

"As the day wears on, you find your thoughts drifting back to Lila and last night's strange encounter."

Jeff: "How are you feeling, AlleyGaytor?"

"You sigh, running a hand through your hair." "Still trying not to overanalyze things. But I can't stop wondering how Lila's holding up."

Jeff: "Understandable concern. Why don't you give her a call later, check in casually? Seeing how she's doing could provide closure for you both."

"His suggestion makes sense. A friendly call to ensure she's alright could help put your mind at ease."

"You agree to reach out to Lila later that afternoon."

"For now, you focus on enjoying the peace and quiet of your home, grateful for small moments of normalcy between missions."

"With Jeff's support and your talk with Lila ahead, hopefully the past can continue fading into memory..."

"You take a steadying breath and hit the call button on Lila's contact."

The phone rings a couple times before she picks up.

"Hello?" Her soft voice answers. You can hear the hesitation in her tone.

"Hi Lila, it's AlleyGaytor. I just wanted to check in and see how you're doing after last night."

There's a pause. "I'm...alright, I guess. Still processing everything."

Her guarded answer tells you she's uncertain of your intentions with this call. Can't really blame her after her ordeal.

"I understand. I just wanted to make sure you got home safely. And that you know I meant what I said - you don't have to go through anything alone anymore."

She exhales softly. "Thank you, AlleyGaytor. That...means a lot."

Her voice warms slightly. A good sign.

"If you need someone to talk to, I'm here. No judgments." You assure her.

Another pause, then a small chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind...It was good talking to you."

You smile. "You too. Take care, Lila."

"You as well. Goodbye."

The call ends, leaving you feeling a sense of relief and closure. It's good to know Lila is doing alright and that she appreciates your support.

As you set down the phone, Jeff chimes in through your hidden communicator.

Jeff: "That was a thoughtful gesture. How are you feeling now?"

You take a moment to reflect on the call before answering.

"I feel better knowing I reached out. And it seems like we're both moving forward from everything that happened."

Jeff: "Glad to hear it. Keep up the good work."

With his words of encouragement ringing in your ears, you continue on with your day - ready for whatever challenges may come next...

"As the hours pass lazily by, your thoughts continue to wander."

"Memories of your time with Lila resurface - both good and bad."

"You recall her smile, her laugh, and the way she made you feel so at ease."

"But also the pain in her eyes after the assault, and the distance that grew between you in its aftermath."

Jeff: "Penny for your thoughts?"

You sigh. "Just remembering my relationship with Lila...so much has changed between us."

Jeff: "Understandably. But people can grow and heal from trauma in ways we can't foresee."

His words give you pause. Is it possible you and Lila have also changed in ways that could bring you closer once more?

Jeff: "Food for thought. But for now, try living in the present. Let things unfold naturally."

You nod slowly, knowing Jeff speaks wisdom as always. Pushing or overanalyzing won't help.

Time, patience and open communication are what's needed going forward - for both your sake, and Lila's.

With that perspective, you're able to set aside lingering what-ifs and enjoy the peace of the present moment.

Whatever the future holds, you feel ready to face it with a clear mind and open heart - thanks to Jeff's guidance and your own inner strength.

"As the hours pass, you find ways to keep yourself occupied and in a state of relaxed preparedness."

"Cleaning and maintaining your equipment, going through intelligence briefings, exercising your body and mind."

Jeff: "All signs point to the next mission dropping within the next 48 hours. Keep yourself sharp."

You nod. "Any intel on the objective yet?"

Jeff: "Still working on acquiring details. But it seems to be related to the HIT case."

A surge of determination rises within you at the mention of the group responsible for Jenny's death.

"Let me know as soon as you have something solid."

Jeff: "Will do. In the meantime, I'd suggest catching up on rest. You'll want to be at peak performance."

"Good call." You reply, already feeling fatigue creeping in.

"With Jeff monitoring the situation, you take his advice and turn in early for the night."

"As you drift off, your thoughts turn to the mission ahead. And the chance to finally get some payback..."

"Whatever it takes, you're ready to hit HIT with everything you've got. The game is far from over."

"The next morning, your communicator beeps - it's time."

Jeff: "Mission briefing is ready. Gear up and I'll fill you in on the way."

You spring into action, quickly yet methodically preparing your equipment. Within minutes you're fully kitted up and ready to mobilize.

"Taking off now. Lay it on me, Jeff." You say, starting your vehicle.

Jeff: "Intel suggests a high-level HIT meeting will take place within the next 24 hours. Our objective is to intercept and gather intel by any means necessary."

"Do we have a location?" You ask, peeling out onto the open road.

Jeff: "Satellite imaging placed them at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. I'm uploading the coordinates now."

You glance at the nav system as it plots your route. "Anything else I should know?"

Jeff: "Be on high alert. HIT will have the area locked down tight. Stealth is your best approach if possible."

You nod determinedly. "Copy that. I'm going in dark, no communication until the objective is complete."

Jeff: "Understood. Godspeed, AlleyGaytor. The fate of the mission rests with you now."With a sense of purpose and adrenaline pumping through your veins, you focus on the task at hand. The next few hours are a blur as you make your way to the warehouse undetected.

As you approach, your training kicks in and you scan the area for any potential threats or vulnerabilities. You spot several guards patrolling around the perimeter - heavily armed and vigilant.

Taking cover behind some nearby crates, you pull out your binoculars and scope out their positions. It's clear that getting inside won't be easy - but nothing worth doing ever is.

You take a deep breath and begin to formulate a plan of attack. Every moment counts now...

"With stealth and precision, you maneuver your way through the warehouse perimeter."

"Ducking behind vehicles, utilizing shadows and surveillance blindspots, you're able to get within striking distance without detection."

"Scoping out an upper level maintenance catwalk, you form a plan."

"Taking a running start, you launch yourself upwards, grabbing the edge and pulling your body up with quiet yet powerful motions."

"Lying flat, you crawl along the grating until you spot an access point below."

"Slowly unlatching the panel, you peer inside - the coast seems clear."

"Sliding feet-first through the opening, you lower yourself silently into what appears to be a storage room."

"Muffled voices drift from the next room over. You draw your weapon and creep towards the door..."

"Taking a steadying breath, you kick it open and sweep the room, weapon raised."

""Hands where I can see them!" You command authoritatively."

"Two startled HIT members throw up their hands in surrender."

"You've infiltrated their stronghold. Now to find what you came for..."

With practiced efficiency, you subdue and restrain the two HIT members.

"Alright gentlemen, you're going to tell me what I want to know." You say coldly.

Pulling up a chair, you take a seat across from them. "Let's start with your operation here. What's its purpose?"

The men exchange nervous glances but remain tight lipped.

You sigh. "This will go much easier if you cooperate. I have...methods of making you talk."

Still nothing. You pull out a taser and power it on, letting the electricity crackle menacingly.

"Last chance before things get unpleasant."

One man breaks. "Alright! We're overseeing a weapons transfer. Big shipment coming in tonight."

You lean forward. "From who? And where is it going after?"

He hesitates. You brandish the taser again. "I-I don't know! Names and destinations are on a need to know basis."

You turn to the other man. "Anything to add?"

He swallows thickly. "There...there may be files on the main computer. R-Room down the hall, can't miss it."

You stand. "Good choice. Now play nice whileI go check that out."

Making your way down the hall, you locate the computer room and quickly get to work. After bypassing several security measures, you find what you're looking for - a wealth of information on HIT's operations, including plans for an upcoming attack.

Downloading as much data as possible onto a secure drive, you make your exit. Before leaving though, you stop by the interrogation room one more time.

"Any last words?" You ask menacingly.

The two men cower in fear but remain silent. Satisfied with what they've given up so far, you leave them tied up and head back to base with valuable intel in hand...

"You make your way swiftly and stealthily back to your vehicle."

"Loading up, you pull away from the warehouse under cover of darkness."

"With the intel drive safely in hand, you radio in to base."

"Mission accomplished. Returning with valuable data and heading back now."

Jeff: "Well done, AlleyGaytor. Knew I could count on you. See you back at HQ, over."

"As you drive, your mind races analyzing what you uncovered."

"Plans for a major attack, names of high-level contacts, shipment records - it's all here."

"With this intel, you'll be able to dismantle a huge part of HIT's operations."

"One step closer to dismantling their organization for good."

"A sense of satisfaction washes over you at a job well done."

"Pulling into the agency garage, you grab the drive and make your way inside."

"In the command center, Jeff greets you. "Let's see what you've got.""

"You hand over the drive for him to analyze as you debrief your infiltration."

"Hours pass as you both pore over the new intel."

"You and Jeff work diligently side by side, analyzing the wealth of intel you retrieved."

"Hours of poring over records, plans, contacts and more slowly start to reveal the bigger picture."

"Jeff taps away at his keyboard, bringing different documents up side by side on the large monitor."

"Look at this - the planned attack coordinates match up with movements from one of their top lieutenants." He observes.

You nod. "And cross referencing the shipment records, it lines up with a delivery of military grade explosives."

"We may have just prevented a massive terrorist attack." Jeff says with satisfaction.

Your eyes scan page after page. Then something catches your attention - a file labeled "Asset Extraction".

Opening it reveals photos and dossiers of captured agents from various intelligence agencies around the world.

And one face makes your blood run cold.

"Jeff...is this..." you trail off in disbelief.

He turns to look, and his eyes widen in shock. "No way...Lila?"

There, clear as day, is a photo and profile of your ex-girlfriend Lila. Listed as an "involuntary asset".

A million questions race through your mind. What is her connection to all this?

Jeff: "This changes things, AlleyGaytor. According to these files, Lila has been actively providing HIT intel for months now. It says she's been feeding them info under duress."

You frown, processing this new information. On one hand, Lila claimed Richard was blackmailing her. But if she's been a long term asset...

Jeff: "I know you still have feelings for her, but we need the full story. My systems detected she was lying about key details before. We can't rule her out as an accomplice until we get to the truth."

You sigh, running a hand through your hair in frustration. As much as you want to believe in Lila's innocence, Jeff makes a fair point.

"Alright. Set up a meeting with her, somewhere public but private. I'll bring her in for questioning."

Jeff: "Done. I'll also have our techs analyze her apartment while you're gone, see if we find anything incriminating."

You nod reluctantly. Deep down, part of you dreads what other secrets Lila may still be keeping...

A short while later you arrive at the cafe where Lila is already waiting, nervously glancing around. Her eyes widen in surprise seeing you.

"Lila shrinks under your cold stare, looking down at her hands."

"I-I know this all looks bad..." she says softly.

"Then explain it." you reply firmly, though not without an edge of hurt in your voice.

She takes a shaky breath. "After what Richard did...they said they'd hurt my family if I didn't help sometimes. All I did was give small bits of info, nothing important I swear!"

"But it was still intel for a terrorist group." you counter, not ready to accept her excuses.

Lila bites back tears. "I know, and I hate myself for it every day. But I was so scared..."

You lean forward. "The files said you've been actively providing intel for months. That's a long time to be 'scared'."

She flinches but maintains eye contact. "I'm telling the truth. At first it was against my will, but then...then I think a part of me started to like feeling important to them."

Your eyes narrow. This was not the whole truth you'd hoped for. But perhaps an opening to a deeper confession...

Lila shrinks under your accusing gaze. She seems to be wrestling with something internally before speaking again.

"I...I can't." she says quietly, eyes downcast.

You lean in closer. "Can't what, Lila? Can't admit the full extent of your involvement? Or are you still keeping secrets?"

She looks distressed now, on the verge of tears. But then a steely resolve enters her eyes.

"No more secrets. I...I helped plan one of their operations. A bombing in Moscow."

Your eyes widen slightly in surprise and disgust. An actual terrorist plot.

But Lila isn't finished. "They...they made me lure someone into a trap. A double agent. We met at a bar called..."

Suddenly her words are cut off as a small flying drone appears from nowhere and zips towards her at lightning speed!

In a flash, it unleashes a burst of gunfire directly into Lila's chest, puncturing her heart.

She lets out a choked gasp before collapsing to the ground in a rapidly growing pool of blood.

The drone hovers for a moment, as if ensuring its grisly task is complete, before zipping away out of sight.

Jeff: "I know, this is a major setback. But we can't give up now. My systems detected she was telling the truth about Moscow before she was killed."

You grit your teeth in frustration. So close to uncovering the full story, only to have Lila silenced.

"Any chance you tracked that drone?" you ask grimly.

Jeff: "Unfortunately no. These must be HIT's newest models, equipped with stealth tech to avoid detection. I have our best analysts working to find a way around it as we speak."

You nod, mind already racing through new leads. Lila had mentioned a bar - perhaps someone there saw her with the double agent. It was your only thread left to pull.

"I'm going to Moscow. If this bombing plot is real, I need to identify and extract the target before it's too late."

Jeff: "Understood. I'll get you on the next flight and pull up any intel we have on bars in that area. We'll find who did this, AlleyGaytor. HIT isn't getting away with it this time."

With a new sense of drive and purpose, you prepare to depart for Moscow. But unknown enemies and dangers surely await you there...

To be continued.

"As your private jet speeds you towards Moscow, you review the case files once more."

Jeff: "Our analysts were able to pull some fragmented data from Lila's apartment. Receipts, emails, notes - all pointing to a regular meeting spot in Moscow."

You nod, scanning the documents. A bar called Strelka stood out, mentioned several times.

"This has to be it. If I can get there before the scheduled meet, maybe I can identify the target first."

Jeff: "It's your best shot. Unfortunately the flight time is longer than ideal. HIT may already be in position by the time you arrive."

Frowning, you consider your options. Then an idea comes to you. "What if we weren't limited by normal flight speeds?"

Jeff: "I may have a solution for that. One of our prototype stealth jets is equipped with an experimental ion drive, capable of Mach 10 speeds. It's extremely risky tech, but it could cut your travel time in half."

You meet his eyes steadily. "Get it prepped and ready for me."

Jeff: "Understood. Diverting course to the prototype hangar now. ETA 20 minutes."

Soon your jet touches down on a private airstrip.

Jeff: "I know, that bar holds dark memories. But hopefully this time we can prevent violence, not cause it. All you need to do is identify the target and extract them safely."

You nod grimly, preparing your gear. Within minutes you're boarding the prototype jet, doing final systems checks.

Jeff: "Fusion core is primed and stable. Ion thrusters are green across the board. You're good for launch on my mark."

Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself as the engines whine to life. This is it - your only chance to get to Moscow in time.

Jeff: "3...2...1...mark! Godspeed, AlleyGaytor."

With a deafening roar, the jet accelerates down the runway at blinding speed. In seconds you've broken the sound barrier, and the G-forces pin you back in your seat.

Through the viewport, the sky seems to peel away as you hurtle east at unbelievable velocity. The ion drive is truly a marvel, reducing an 8 hour flight to under 4 hours.

As Moscow comes into view, you engage stealth mode and vector towards the location of Strelka bar. Time to crash another meeting...

To be continued.