"I saw you celebrating the Amazon Rainforest mission with an espresso," Nathan Yang, known as FALLOUT agent Frost-Byte, said over Raven Fallon's earpiece, disguised as an ear cuff. "Don't drink coffee much?"

She wore a black suit with her classic handgun in her jacket's pocket. "Coffee is an addiction, I don't like addicts." The thought of Dad wavered in her mind as she blinked. "I celebrate big victories with expressos because—"

"Espressos have the least amount of caffeine."

"You remembered?" She didn't talk much.

Raven allowed a smile as she wandered around the museum. Tonight, the British Museum was showcasing a recently unearthed statue of the Roman god, Jupiter, and it was worth millions. Steel, their leader who sat next to Frost-Byte, told the FALLOUT agents that the mafia gang known as the Gladiators would be stealing it.

"Their leader is a man called the Great Emperor, he's mentally ill—he loves to play games. He'd spend thousands to create a game to torture victims," Steel said over the intercom. "Stay alert."

Whistler, Alexander Lanza, was dressed in a red suit. Glossy, Camilo De Aguirre, was dressed in navy. "There's Orla," Glossy whispered in Raven's ear, making her twitch. "I-I mean Diva."

"Codenames only, Glossy."

Diva was a distraction agent, buttering up a suspected member of the Gladiators. "I'm checking backstage," she said, passing by many guests in fancy clothing. It was dark, the lights off, as Raven wandered.

"Don't get lost," Frost-Byte warned. "Wait, Birdie, I'm picking something up on the radar—" He got cut off as the earpiece stopped working. FALLOUT has been having an issue with getting the earpieces back online lately.

"Frost-Byte?" Raven asked, opening a door and hoping the room would get her better signal. It was the Roman Era section, sealed off to the public for the grand reveal tonight, designed like a colosseum.

Suddenly, she heard excited laughter from the other end of the room. To her shock, it was the mafia gang. The dozens of Gladiators saw her, drawing their weapons. A man grabbed her wrists as Raven struggled. She kicked him, freeing herself as the door slammed.

"She's a part of FALLOUT!" someone roared.

She pulled out her handgun, but she knew she was outnumbered. Raven always knew she was a lone wolf, but she even had to admit that she needed Frost-Byte's and Steel's guidance at the moment—she was outnumbered.

"What do we have here?" a man, looking around her age, asked, grabbing her chin. He had dark skin and a big scar running down his cheek. Raven placed the gun to his chest, eyes flaring with rage. "Even if you kill me, you can't escape the Gladiators. I'm Cutthroat, what's your name, dolly?"

Raven stepped back as the earpiece glitched back online. "Birdie?" Frost-Byte's voice filled her with slight relief. "I'm sending back-up your way—" Raven ducked as someone tried to land a blow.

"Grab her!"

Raven saw an exit at the end of the large colosseum-themed room. She bolted, running past the Gladiators. Cutthroat tried to reach for her arm, but she slid across the floor. Bullets went off and Raven was suddenly grateful she took Diva's advice to wear bulletproof padding underneath the suit.

There was yelling behind her, presumably from the backup that Frost-Byte sent. Raven swung the door wide open, a wave of coolness hitting her. Then a thought hit her—the unveiling of the Jupiter statue!

Raven left the backup FALLOUT agents to their devices, kicking the Gladiators' butts, while she ran outside. She was near the front doors, waving at security inside, but someone yanked her back by her hair. Cutthroat's arm wrapped around her neck as she tried gasping for air.

"Don't even move," Cutthroat snarled, he remembered her of Whistler.

Stay level-headed. "Why is the Great Emperor stealing the Jupiter statue?"

Raven felt Cutthroat flinch. "Another toy for his entertainment."

The gangsters were just all pawns.

She suddenly flipped him over, hearing a loud crack! once Cutthroat landed on the snowy ground. She expected him to fight back, but he dropped the tough guy act and stayed down. Raven left him behind, running through the front doors.

Security yelled at her, chasing after her, but Raven kept running. She passed by Diva, the distraction agent, who was fully glammed out in red. The event's host was talking about the statue of Jupiter's history.

She could see a tall, large glass case covered by a blue tarp. "Without further ado," the host announced. "I present the British Museum's latest Roman statue to its collection!"

The tarp was removed as the earpiece buzzed. "Birdie?"

"I'm here, Steel." Raven went to a corner of the crowded room and saw a man near the front row. "Confirm that it's Great Emperor," she told Steel and the FALLOUT leader confirmed. "Permission to shoot?"

"Aim for the shoulder."

Raven made sure her aim was true. "And collateral damage?" Her voice was ragged. There weren't too many people near the mafia boss, but one wrong move, it was someone else's life on the line.

Steel made the hard calls. "Shoot, Birdie."

Frost-Byte handed the espresso to Raven as they walked down the halls of the FALLOUT's base. "The Jupiter mission went okay..." Nathan stole a glance at Raven, she pretended not to notice. "What happened?"

"The earpiece was cut off and I entered the wrong room, full of the Gladiator gangsters. Rookie move." Raven handed back the espresso, shaking her head. "The mission didn't feel like a victory for me—things went sour early."

Frost-Byte shrugged. "I'm surprised you got out of there alive."

"You called back-up just in time." Raven shrugged. Frost-Byte was easy-going, he was the only person that she could hold a conversation with. "Good thing that the cops caught the Great Emperor before he could continue his sick games."

"I know, but..."

Raven narrowed her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I built those earpieces and the rest of FALLOUT tech," he whispered, crossing his arms. "They don't just break, Birdie."