As the gunfire is heard in the night, a small, blond woman runs from building to building. She has a name, but hasn't heard it in a long time. She is more commonly known as Des, or Agent 5693. She works for the British Secret Service, and her existence is classified. Only the secret Head of MI 5 knows of her, and only the Head can give her orders.

To the underworld of espionage she is a legend, a woman so elite she can be in a room, and no one would notice her. She can take out anyone if she is given enough time. But the name that the secret Head gave her was Amanda Blackhouse.

The agent smiled as she moved between the shadows. She'd been training for this her entire life. She kept an eye on her family back home, and sent money to a fund that was be made available to her two younger siblings when they became of age.

She'd sent them a letter thirteen years ago, explaining that they had been chosen to receive the money for a scholarship once they went to the University. Her youngest sibling wrote back, thanking his unknown benefactor for the money to put both him and his sister through.

She sent a reply, and had asked for him to keep her updated on his progress. She had his last letter still in her top pocket. She pats it for good luck as she enters a dark building. She hears the scrape of her quarry trying to escape, and she aims blindly, judging based on the sound of the sandal scuffing the sandy floor.

She fires, and takes out her target. As she leaves the building, a missile hits the building she was in, and it exploded, throwing her clear of the building. Her ears rang as she felt, more than saw the damage to her legs. After a few minutes of agony, she succumbed to the pain as her sight went black.