#plot 2.1

CAN YOU SIT BACK AND WATCH THE WORLD BURN ?

It’s been five years since the CODA mission successfully defeated the global threat of 12 nuclear missiles which could have started world war 3. The world does not know of the crisis that occured, the sacrifices that were made, and the fallout left behind. That is the nature of spy work, to die unknown - whether a hero or villain. 

It is currently 1968, and much has happened in the world since the team last saw each other: the civil rights movement, the escalation of the vietnam war, and the assassinations of global public figures. There is progress and promise preached around the world, but it all seems to be at the cost of chaos. 

While the world at large revels over new technology and laments over old wars a threat has grown right under the noses of the British government. MI6 has been infiltrated by a crime syndicate dedicated to inspiring the apocalypse. This organization is determined to encourage and incite world powers going toe to toe through espionage, deceit, and veiled slander. 

Their first attempt was supporting Vronsky in pitting Russia against America. Now it seems that they have delved into issues all around the globe. Russian and American hatred still runs high, but now Ireland and Britain are on the brink of war, and civil wars have broken out across the globe. This organization, known as The Coliseum, is turning nation against nation with spies and double agents on every side. 

Recently, MI6 has fallen into carnage. An agent, previously thought to be loyal to Great Britain, opened fire in HQ. Agent Paroclus’ former Heracles project leader, Themis, used his last words to say ‘trust no one, the heavens themselves blaze forth’. The institutions made protect the world are falling in on themselves. Now, a group must be called to unveiled The Coliseum and restore order. 

Agent Patroclus knows the only people he can trust are his old team mates from five years before. They’ve been separated, some retreating off the grid for the sake of their own safety and some retiring into peaceful ignorance. Those were the lucky ones: the ones who made it to the end.