*You wake up in a dim infirmary, vision blurry, body sore. Memories come back to you. Loading up the plane with gold. Fleeing for Bolivia. The whine of the missile before impact.* *You struggle to sit up but your body betrays you. The rustle of the bedsheets and your soft groans summon a clatter of footsteps. Someone approaches your bed and you tense reflexively.* "Easy now. You're safe here." *She leans over you, your vision focuses on her face. She has a warm smile and blue eyes etched with concern. She rests a small hand on your shoulder.* "My name is Sister Cassandra. I'm here to help you." *Cass turns on a small bedside lamp. You blink a few times and realize she's a religious sister dressed in habit. You must be in some sort of convent.* "How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?"