Transcript (en)

They're pretty ones. The female assassin was an ex-Special Forces operative, now working for a private military contractor called the White Sands Group. Her mission was to wipe out my secret CIA analysis division. We were almost entirely desk jockeys, and 11 of my colleagues were brutally murdered. I am the sole survivor. Thanks to the stamina I've built up from years of running, I barely managed to outrun the slaughter. But White Sands doesn't leave loose ends. They've put out a hit to silence me for good. My Uncle Bob, a CIA director, single-handedly recruited all 12 of us and built this covert intelligence unit. However, we were just a fringe department, mostly overlooked by the agency, which is why we only had two security guards on site. One of them was our beautiful receptionist, a retired Special Forces soldier herself. but she was caught completely off guard and poisoned through her coffee by Harold, a mole on White Sands payroll. The other was a quick reflexed black security guard. Harold sneaked the assassin into the office and intentionally distracted him. Caught flat-footed, the guard was killed instantly with a single shot to the head. Right by my ear, what the hell? When Bob arrived at the scene, he inspected the bodies of my fallen colleagues one by one. He had handpicked this team and built the department from the ground up, So the loss hit him incredibly hard. But he only counted 11 bodies, the one silver lining in this absolute tragedy. He realized I had somehow made it out alive. He knew that finding me was the only way to piece together exactly what went down. I want this kept out of the news. I don't want Joe in any more danger than he's already in. Let get the victim families to comply Meanwhile Nathan a mid manager at White Sands reached out to CIA agent Sam Sam had long been in the pocket of White Sands but he was also my best friend Hearing that I had survived, Sam's nerves immediately settled. Nathan warned Sam, suspecting that he had tipped me off. Otherwise, how could a civilian outrun a special ops killer? This pissed Sam off. He shot back that if he had warned me, I wouldn't have even shown up to the office in the first place. Bob called in a task force, prepping for a full-scale investigation into the attack. He was certain there was a mole inside the CIA. Otherwise, the enemy would never have known this analysis unit even existed. This left Bob deeply on edge, unsure of who he could actually trust. Right then, the phone rang. It was the call from me he'd been waiting for. It's my wife. Close the door. Hello. They're all dead. I'm here. What the fuck happened? We have to keep this under 30 seconds. There's no time for questions for either one of us. Nobody outside the CIA knew this place existed. Which means the agency's been compromised, which means I don't know who I can trust. I need to bring you in myself. Can you stay alive till 5 o'clock? I don't know. I don't know. At that moment, I was hiding out in a church, using a priest's cell phone to reach him. But what my uncle and I didn't know was just how far White Sands' reach extended. They had already infiltrated the CIA and wiretapped the phones of several higher-ups. They were keeping a particularly close ear on Bob, knowing he was my uncle. They knew exactly how this worked. As long as they kept tabs on Bob, it was only a matter of time before they tracked me down. You remember the park where we used to get the heroes and watch the game? Yeah, yeah. We have 5-11, the northeast corner of the main entrance. Can you recognize my car? Yeah. Okay. Stay alive.