Yourself

You find your self very quickly in the middle of a gun-fight. It's a European club and Sydney Bristow, dressed in a sleek black goth-dress with fishnet stockings, is unloading her rifles on masked henchmen of a foe. You quickly duck down behind a table, till the firing stops at least ten minutes later.

She approaches. You stand nervously as she looks very bitter and unimpressed.

"You're the CIA's new man?" she asks.

"Yes."

"I thought you'd be a bit better at gun-fighting," she sarcastically remarks at your hiding place.

"My expertise lies elsewhere, Miss Bristow."

She raises an eye-brow, intrigued. "That's very good then. I've been waiting for an 'expert' for quite some time."

"Then allow me to demonstrate... Say, back at safehouse?"

"Why wait?" she asks.

Well, for one reason, she just shot up a club to fight terrorists and now the country's police will be swarming over this place. For another reason, terrorists, led by the blonde bitch Lauren Reed could still be around, and for another...

She's already dragging you by the hand into the women's washroom. Inside, she slides the fishnet stockings down her thighs and legs, then takes off that black little dress. She stands naked, still wearing a raven-black wig.

You're about to prove your expertise.