I wake up, unknown of who I am, where I am, and why am I here. My head feels foggy, and I can't think too terribly well, so I'm going to focus on my surroundings.
There's the sound of blades rotating, could it be a helicopter? My arms, legs, tail and neck are held in place by chains. Three men enter, tow in identical uniforms: white boots, black trousers, black beret, and black shirt with a big red R on it.
The man in the middle wears a suit with the same R on the jacket pocket. The man in the middle introduces himself as Giovanni and states I will do well in his plans. Suddenly the walls catch fire, and Giovanni sets away as the floor starts to burn.
"Sir! We have to get out of here now!" The left man says, and the three run off, through a window I see them stand on some kind of panel and warp off.
There's one more voice though, "what's happening? Why is it going off course?" I fall to the ground as I realize my chains have broken, or to be more precise, melted, except for the ones around my neck and left ankle, which simply snap, unable to support me on their own.
The third man looks and sees the rest of the helicopter burn, "oh crap!" are his last words before he catches fire and the helicopter spins out of control...