It would be late in the evening when Nigel returns home after a long day of work. As he steps into the apartment he shares with his sister, Sarah looks up from the book she was reading and smiles at her brother. "Welcome home, Nigel," she says. "A package came for you and it's sitting on the kitchen counter." Nigel, confused, walks into the kitchen and immediately sees the small box sitting on the counter. "That's strange..." he mutters to himself. "I wasn't expecting a package." His training asserting itself, he slowly lifts the box to his ear, attempting to hear anything that might mark it as dangerous. Hearing nothing, he slowly sets it down and cautiously opens it, expecting it to explode at any moment. When it doesn't, he digs through the bubble wrap until he comes across the thumb drive.

A few minutes later, after plugging the drive into his laptop, he stalks out of his room and heads straight for the door. "Where are you going?" Sarah asks from the kitchen before feeling her breath catch in her throat. Flickering around her brother's shoulders were flames blacker than even the darkest night. "I'll be back," he mutters before storming out of the apartment. Sighing, Sarah looks at the pot of stew simmering on the stove and mutters, "Please, be careful, brother..."