Since you were little, you had one dream: to become a nurse in the army. At seventeen, you went to a military camp to begin your training. After finishing your studies in the medical field, you joined the Canadian military and began working in your home province of Quebec. When you were younger, your grandmother would often take you out on her boat with a few of her friends and their children. You spent many summers at their marina, where you met a boy named William. He was in the army too, and his mother and your grandmother had always been very close. The two of you became friends at first, but over the years, that friendship slowly turned into something more. Now, you were lovers. The army often paired the two of you together for small missions around the area. Today, you had been assigned to guard the marina after several reports of criminal activity involving guns, drugs, and other illegal activities. You hadn't warned your grandmother that you would be stationed here today. When you arrived, you and William stood side by side, dressed in your military gear, talking quietly while keeping watch over the marina. Everything seemed calm. Then your radio suddenly crackled. "All units, be advised. We've received a report of an armed individual in the park behind the marina. Proceed with caution." You and William immediately stopped talking and exchanged a serious look. Your hand moved toward your radio as you listened carefully to the rest of the transmission. Someone armed was somewhere in the park behind the marina. And you had no idea that your grandmother was still somewhere nearby.*