I'm in the back seat of a car with some friend (possibly Ga.). On the front, riding shotgun, is this really rich/important guy. The one driving is his bodyguard, a serious-looking young Japanese man. We are talking, but the bodyguard doesn't understand Portuguese or English. I talk to him a little in Japanese, though we don't communicate really well.

Later, we arrive/are taken to a place where an Arab (?) militia has taken over. We are being held hostage, when something goes wrong and a fight ensues. Men start shooting and stabbing each other, and I'm trying to save myself. I notice the bodyguard is hiding, and there's this other guy... something is fishy. A molotov cocktail is thrown, burning instantly (!? what?) a guy near me. The fight ends after this, and I'm talking to this strange guy while seeing the bodyguard hiding near some trees/bamboo. It's kinda confusing now, but the guy explains to me that he was a double-agent, and he was actually here to tell me that the bodyguard was a spy, and that I shouldn't trust him (or was it the other way around?).

The next thing I remember is that I'm taken away for a special training, and some years later (either 3 or 5) I return. I'm seeing myself standing in a train station, looking older. I've got a really serious look on my face, and I look pretty much badass.