As I get ready to go, I notice a document and a laptop sitting on my desk. On the front of the document read CLASSIFIED in bold red letters. Opening it had all the missions I've been on throughout my time with the agency. Looking at it made me remember some good times I had there, until I got to the part about my personal history before the agency. Closing the document, I look at my new laptop. It's a Apple MacBook Pro. How generous of them to give me this, I thought to myself. Heading to the door, I hear my name called from behind me. Turning around, I saw something that I thought I'd never see again. It was my dead sister standing in front of my desk. Shaking uncontrollably I turn the door knob and step outside. Closing the door, I stop and try to think what the hell I just saw. No way, she died. I saw her die, I thought to myself. I approach the door across from me and knock on the door. I hear a shriek from the other side.
"Who is it?", I hear Claes say.
"Its me Nick.", I respond.
Another shriek.
"Come in.", says Claes.
As I enter, I see Triela sitting quite uncomfortably.
"Take a seat.", says Claes putting down cups.
"Ok.", I respond simply.
As I take a seat opposite of Triela, Claes pours tea in all our cups.
"So, how do you like the SWA?", asks Claes.
"Nothing like where I come from.", I say.
"Like how?", asks Claes.
"We don't get anything to forget our pasts.", I say.
"I see.", says Claes.
"How do like Italy so far?", asks Triela.
"Better than where I came from before the agency came into my life.", I say.
"Where did you come from before?", asks Claes.
"I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, but was moved to Weston, West Virginia after I was born.", I said.
Before I knew it, my dead sister was standing in front of me.