Sirens were echoing across the empty grounds of Bartlett University, bodies were laying on the floors of the hallways and classrooms, bullets were in the walls, it was an absolute massacre. The team Rainbow had sent in dealt with the White Mask threat, but a few of the terrorists managed to reach their vans and escape the mayhem. It had been several hours since the attack first began, everybody with friends and family that were in the University at the time could do nothing but stay at home and pray for their own blood to be safe. That, that is what Adrian did, hoping for the best, praying with all his might for the best. And if anybody knew just how useless that was, it would be Walker.

"Fuck." Adrian kept muttering under his breath.

"Dad..." Hannah put her arms around her father.

All the guests had left, there was no point to the party if they weren't able to have fun. How could they? Terrorists had attacked a well known and well-respected university, and the host of the party had fallen victim to it. There was nothing left there but sorrow and worry, and thus, the guests had left, telling Adrian they hope Rachel will be okay. Walker sat near the TV on the couch, twiddling his thumbs and tapping his foot. Looking back and forth at the door. Hannah went to get some water from the kitchen for her dad and saw Walker in deep thought. She decided to get a glass for him as well. She walked over to Adrian and gave him a glass, which he took slowly from her hand with a shaky grip. She turned and handed the other glass to Walker, who looked up from his hands.

"You seemed thirsty."

He bowed his head in thanks, and took the water and drank it in one smooth but quick gulp.

"Wow. You were thirsty, huh? Well, don't drink too fast."

Walker nodded his head.

"Hannah...," Adrian mumbled, "I-I think I need to go to my room. Don't bother me unless its news about Rachel. I need some time to think."

"Dad, I- don't worry, I get it."

He shakingly got up, and slowly walked away from Hannah and Walker. He climbed up the stairs and got to the top and looked over the railing one last time, and turned around and entered his room. Shutting his door, and locking it.

"Jeez." Hannah wiped the tears from her face, "Why does this have to happen to us? Out of everyone in the world. Oh, fuck." she began to cry uncontrollably.

Walker stopped his fiddling and looked at Hannah.

She continued, "Fuck this goddamn planet. And fuck the murdering parasites on it! Why the fuck do humans have to be so cruel?!"

Walker had a strong case of deja vu. Years ago, he had met a woman who said the same exact thing she did. A delicate flower, a nun actually, who couldn't handle the world's unholiness. It made her bitter, depressed. From a holy woman of God who believed in the good of humanity to someone who absolutely loathed our species. It was a gut-wrenching transformation to witness for anyone that knew her. Even Walker was surprised. He had met her when he was still involved in wetwork. He was injured from a blast that knocked him out and sent him crashing down into the sea below. He woke up on a beach and was barely conscious, he knew he needed to get help. He couldn't see a hospital near his location but spotted a church that he could go to instead. If they were as charitable as they say, they'd help him somehow. He didn't know where he was, nor did he care. But judging from the looks of the buildings and beaches, he might have been in western Europe. Rather far from his mission objective. He arrived at the doors of the church and kicked them open. The church was completely empty, except for one head that turned from the seats to witness a man completely clad in black gear, daunting a full face mask with a wide ear to ear shark teeth smile carved into it with an incredibly sharp knife. Similar in style to the nose of an old WW2 plane painted with the same thing. Had it been the 1400s, she would have assumed he was a demon. She said something in a foreign language that sounded familiar, but his losing consciousness made it harder to understand her. He collapsed to the ground and blacked out, probably due to blood loss.

He awoke later in a neat, comfortable room on a soft bed, how gracious, and looked around. He saw a mirror to the right of his bed and saw himself covered in bandages, especially around his abdominal region. The door opened and he saw the same blonde-haired nun walk in holding a glass of water and a plate of breakfast.

It seemed as though she was saying something in French as she placed the plate and glass on the table next to him, but he didn't know what.

"English?" Walker asked.

"Little bit." she replied.

Walker slowly got up from the bed and asked the nun where his equipment was. She pointed behind him while avoiding direct eye contact with the man. Walker looked behind him to see a closet half-open. He walked over and opened it fully. To his surprise, his outfit and gear had been neatly folded and placed within the closet's shelves. Even his weapons were there too. But there was still something missing.

"The mask."

The nun raised her brow.

"Where did you put the mask." he turned and stared directly into her soul.

She got nervous and looked away from his gaze. Walker put his finger under her chin and lifted her face to meet his, "Where. Did. You. Put. The. Mask?"

"I-I-I threw away."

Walker placed his hands behind his back and went to the breakfast plate and without looking back asked, "Is it still here?"

"Oui." she replied nervously.

"Good. I'll get it later. Don't throw it out just yet." he turned and once again stared into her eyes, but this time, with a look of kindness, "Now, what's your name?"

"I am Charlotte. And you who walked all the way here to France without speaking a word of our country's language?"

"Walked... Right... Call me Walker."

"Walker!" Hannah yelled.

Walker snapped out of his daydream flashback and saw Hannah pointing out the window into the driveway.

"Its the police! I hope it's about Rachel! I hope they found her! I'll go get dad, open the door for them Walker." she said as she quickly rushed up the stairs.

Walker got out of his seat and made his way to the door and opened it, revealing a police officer who tipped his hat to Walker. Walker nodded in response and made way for the officer to enter the house.

"Much obliged," the officer said, "Are you Adrian Reynolds?"

"No, up here, I'm Adrian." He called from the upstairs.

Adrian walked down the stairs with the help of his daughter, Hannah, and looked at the officer with such hope in their eyes it could make the Devil puke in disgust.

The officer looked down at his shoes and took off his cap, he looked back up and said, "Mr. Reynolds, your daughter is alive. But... before these damn terrorists attacked the university, it turns out they kidnapped some of the students there to use as leverage in case things went the wrong way for em. I'm sorry, we're trying our hardest to locate them, but we don't have much to go off of. But hey, from what we can gather so far, they're all safe, least for now."

"Then... Then at least there's still hope. Ha-Have they made any demands yet?"

"None so far."

"Damn it, what are those bastards planning to do with my daughter. Walk- wait, Walker? Walker?" he called.

"Uh, dad." Hannah pointed through the open door leading into the driveway, "Wasn't that Walker's car that just left?"

"What?!"

Adrian ran outside and looked left and right. Walker and his car were nowhere to be found. He turned to his left once more and saw an SUV taking a right turn and leaving Adrian's line of sight behind another house and the darkness.

"Where the fuck are you going, Walker?" he whispered to himself.