We find ourselves in London, seconds before an airplane explodes at the airport. Two of our heroes, Garrett Foster and Isaac Merlin, have finally met at the Bureau’s London headquarters. After a quick handshake, Garrett responded to Isaac’s question. “The flight was fine, until some idiots tried to hijack it. But, we’re on the ground, and still alive, so no worries. What’s the situation-” Garrett was cut off as the sound of a distant explosion filled the air. “I don’t like the sound of that,” Garrett muttered.

“I don't either..." Walcott said, seeing dark smoke appear in the distance. A short phone call later, Walcott learned that there was a bombing at the London airport. "We need to go." Walcott said, heading into the building.

Garrett followed close behind, dragging Isaac with him as he went. When he entered the building, Walcott was already calling the elevator. Garrett tapped his left index finger on his leg while they waited. There was a chime, and the elevator arrived. The doors opened, not quick enough for Garrett's liking, and they hurried inside. Another short wait, and they were on the roof, where their ride awaited. A group of combat specialists were already there, climbing into the helicopter, and the pilot was making a final check of the aircraft.

"Five minutes, and we'll be airborne," the pilot said, spinning the tail rotor. Garrett followed Walcott into the aircraft, and found himself in a somewhat cramped rear bay. He looked at Isaac, who appeared none too happy about being drug away from headquarters.

"Oh, do cheer up, Isaac. The fun is about to begin!"

Mintes later, they were airborne and headed to the London Airport. Garrett began to experience a gnawing feeling in the back of his mind. He had a strong suspicion that nothing was as it seemed...