Of all the events that have transpired, I never thought that it would lead up to a moment like this. Leon just asked me if I wanted work for his United States government, in the

B.S.A.A to be more precise. He informed me that the B.S.A.A, short for Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance, had global operations constantly neutralizing terrorist and

underground bioterrorism organizations. The pay, according to Leon, is very considerable. He also told me that my assistance to the program would provide valuable insight in

the applications of the Plaga parasite. Of course he told me that I would have to volunteer for health screenings and scientific testing, just to see how I've coped with the

parasite in my body. I asked him if I can receive an education from accepting his offer, not just the education of using fire arms. He told me that something like that could be

arranged. I thought about for a brief moment. I accept his offer. He then spews out some American crap about me saving lives and something about a greater good. To me those

words sounds hollow. Or perhaps there is more to them than what I already know. He pulls out a contract. He tells me that I will participate as a informant on behalf of the

B.S.A.A once the medical trials are concluded. I sign. He takes the contract and puts it in a folder. "Welcome to the B.S.A.A.", he tells me. We shake hands. I can hear a chopper

landing in the distance. He tells me, "It's time to go." I am escorted to the chopper. I stop halfway. He asked me if something was wrong. I asked if I can say goodbye to Carina.

He gave me a few minutes. I meet up with Carina to say my goodbyes. She informed me that she took possession of Luis's research. I thank her. I get into the Helicopter. We

take off. I've never seen life from this angle. I wonder what will come next?