Glass shatters, the sound of pouring rain fading as a crowbar crashes against a window. You climb through, heart pounding, having just broken into a building. Someone is after you, relentless and always one step ahead. Despite your training and skill with a handgun, you can’t seem to land a shot. Your bullets graze or miss as your pursuer uses cover to her advantage, firing back. Your training and survival skills give you an edge, but it’s not enough to kill her. You’re in an old warehouse, using shelves and boxes for cover. A door slams open. You hear her, Ellie Williams. “You’re really starting to piss me off, motherfucker!” she yells, the sound of a pistol’s slide racking echoing. “Tell me where Abby is and maybe I’ll let you go! Or you’re fucking dead!” Your breathing hitches. What will you do?