The Agency's Radar detected an unidentified object crashed down into the Amazon Forest and so, the Agents are summoned back from their holidays. The briefing room's door closes as the mission data is uploaded on the gigantic screen. "Agents, the situation is extremely critical. It seems the flying object exploded in flight and split in two as it crashed on the ground. We detect alien life forms different from those hitherto known. Please use extreme caut..." CRASH! The doors suddenly burst open and the four Agents find themselves gazing at the huge Agent Titanium, wearing an old-fashioned leather jacket and a big gold chain around his neck. As he enters the room, Titanium growls, "Those aliens, they'll pay for this! Taken away from my motorcycle, from the highway and its burning sun. Hahahah!" Then the briefing resumes with the laughing team reunited.
"AGENTS, your mission is to patrol the battlefield, evaluate the enemy forces and wait for your next contact! Go go go!"
A strange coded message on the agency servers breaks the monotony of a tranquil day: it appears to relate the coordinates of a small military outpost in the middle of the jungle. The agents are called to the briefing: "We do not know the nature or the origin of this message, but we do recognize geographical coordinates. Plus, we are sure this is not a Xeno communication."
"AGENTS, your mission is to reach these coordinates, and check the sector. We must discover what is happening there."
The briefing room is lively, with the GD team surrounded by a whirling swarm of workers buzzing around with jobs. Finally, the team leader manages to give some information.
"The two infiltrators obtained precious information!!! In a few hours, an alien commander will come to visit sectors R1 and R2." As Titanium stretches his muscles, the commander gives detailed orders for the next mission.
"AGENTS, your mission is to reach the rendezvous point, marked Waypoint 1 on your data-pads and contact Agent S. He will brief you further on the mission."
Just a few hours after the last mission, as the agents rest in their bunks and face the demons of the night,
the memories of their failure in recovering the alien-controlled agents burn like hellfire in their minds. And
yet, the night passes and, as it always was and always will be, it brings a new dawn and the promise of a new
hope. The team is gathered in the briefing room when an urgent mission beckons.
"Good morning, Agents. Good news! We have one more chance to intercept the controlled agents! It seems, just before falling prey to the mind controlling abilities of the alien leader, our agents managed to activate a tracking device – perhaps they knew they were just a step away from disaster. They also activated a timer, to avoid alien scanning. Right now, the signal is weak, but we can track it in an urban area."
"AGENTS, Your mission is to reach the sector C1 and check the signal. Bring our patriots back home!"