Several months had passed since Lara had found Excalibur. Amanda was sitting at home in her new apartment contemplating what had happened in Bolivia. Her mercenary group fell apart following the death of Rutland and she was left with nothing forcing her to get a normal job and to try and lead a normal life. But how could she, Rutland offered her everything she had ever wanted, excitement, adventure, romance. Now all she did was sit at home and watch repeats of 'Friends'. And there was her pet. Her friend, whom Lara had brutally slaughtered. Now all she had was a cat that she named James in honour of her late lover.

But the one thing that pissed her off the most was that Lara had ruined her one chance. Her ONE chance at salvation. She knew for certain that there would be no more working gateways on this planet, and even if there were she would still be unable to obtain the sword to activate it.

Suddenly the rain started to come down heavily. Amanda was bored out of her mind and lonely. She was burning with rage. She wanted to grab Lara by the neck and beat the shit out of her for everything she did to her in the past and present. She wanted to rip her entrails out and feed them to her and then drown her in a pool of her own blood. In rage Amanda stood up and punched a nearby shelving unite and a box of Rutlands old stuff fell down on top of her knocking her to the floor.

Enraged and embarrassed by what happened Amanda gradually hauled herself off the floor but stopped halfway. She noticed a contact card lying on the floor amongst Rutlands old stuff. With burning curiosity she picked it up and read it. She found that it was a contact card for the International Contract Agency. She had heard Rutland mention the ICA once before but she never thought that it actually existed. Also amongst the clutter of old stuff was a letter written by Rutland before he died. It said that Rutland had set up a separate bank account for Amanda in case anything happened to him. She inspected the account on her laptop and found that there was more than enough money to pay the agencies fee.

With an evil smile on her face Amanda picked up the phone and dialled the number on the card.