Better answer that pager!

You head to the briefing area, noticing that you are the last to arrive. You snag a seat next to Hana, who shoots you a wink as she lays a hand on your upper thigh, caressing it up and down slowly. As your pants start to tent, she's suddenly interrupted by Commander Morrison clearing his throat, shooting the two of you a look. Her hand moves away quickly, and the briefing begins.

Nothing terribly entertaining, nor arousing, happens during the brief, and almost as though your life had been constructed by a sleep-deprived college student who was too lazy to write dialog, time seems to fly forward to after the briefing. The mission was about as straight-forward as they come: stop Talon from stealing a sizable amount of VX nerve gas that is in a secure facility, awaiting transport to some national arms bunker or something. The team was to break into pairs: you had your pick of partners with whom to share the task of guarding the western perimeter.