This was originally going to be a full novelisation as writing practice, but I decided against it in the end. It seemed a shame to let what I'd done go to waste though - so enjoy.

As the game is somewhat in the style of a classic Bond movie, I tried to write it in the style of Casino Royale.


After the end of World War Two, the world was split into two.

This marked the beginning of an era called the Cold War.

Prologue

"Boss," he began, the words slicing through her stomach like a knife. "Are you going to shoot me?"

Her hands trembled for the first time in years. The cold metal of the gun's grip was soaked in her hot sweat, her upper arm beginning to ache from the weapon's weight. The gun was terrific; as much a work of art as a firearm could ever be. Every curve was polished to a mirror sheen, the graciously sculpted and engraved barrel containing holding the most advanced hand-held weapon system ever devised.

Just mils from the trigger, her index finger hovered gracefully underneath, and through the sight she could see the face of her target staring at her. He did not blink, he did not look away. He simply stared, and she cursed him for making this so hard.

"I..." The Boss closed her eyes. She never took her eyes off a target. "I can't." Giving in to the pain, she dropped her arm, and the gun fell to her side. She could no longer distinguish between what was sweat and what was tears.

"You have to..."

She screamed at deafening volume, determined to drown out the voice of the man in front of her, like a child avoiding orders from her parents. She ripped the trigger on the gun and bullets began streaming from the tiny barrel, hitting the mud and dirt below her, borrowing themselves deep within. The first bullets ever fired from the gun, and they were fired straight at the ground.

Inevitably, the firing stopped and her ears were met by a quite click as the now untouched trigger sprung back into place. Her scream stopped almost immediately afterwards.

"Boss..." he repeated, but she still refused to look at him. "Boss, you have to shoot me. You need to shoot me. You want to finish your mission don't you?"

She opened her eyes and saw him clearly for the first time. There was even no longer any water between, for it had, at that moment, stopped raining. His hair was neat and slicked back from the water, the raindrops on his skin sparkling like a million sequins. His clear raincoat was covered with black dirt. A line of dark blood trailed from his left eye.

"Don't be sad, Boss. We'll meet again."

The Boss turned away. There was a sound like thunder.

She cried, and for the first time, felt the sorrow. "The spirit of the warrior ... will always be with you."