A truck modified with wielded pieces of metal to the windows and a gun turret on the roof as they are pursed by ADVENT forces. A scientist attempts to talk on the radio as the driver takes sharp turns and the gunners fires at ADVENT. "This is Doctor Lee Zhang, is anyone listening?" The scientist continues to fiddle with the radio as ADVENT begins to fire.

"Hold on doc!" The driver yells as he takes another sharp turn. "We're going into the Infected Zone!" The truck turns into the street of the abandoned cities of Old World. Very few are ever seen entering and leaving the area. The gunfire dies down and the driver looks in the mirror to see ADVENT stopping just outside. "They stopped?"

The scientist looks back to see ADVENT forces leave the truck and shout at them. He turns back to the road then grips the dashboard. "Look out!" He screams and the driver turn back as their truck collides with the remains of an alien pod, flipping several times before coming to a rest in the side of a building.

The scientist wakes to find a horrific zombified face mauling the driver. Trying hard to break himself free of the mangled mess to see the truck surrounded by these horrific humanoids and the two with him dead. An explosion goes off down the street and they ignore the truck and head for it. "The Lost are attracted to sound." He turns back to find a masked figure holding a rifle over their shoulder. "You're with XCOM. We need to get moving."

XCOM HQ
Personnel have been working around the clock to reclaim the mountain base from both nature and ADVENT systems. With the lack of Bradford and the Commander being away for personal reason, the Commander's son and former ADVENT Commander Damian takes over as the Head of Operations. "Sir." An officer calls from his station in Central Command and Damian looks up from being briefed on the current events. "We're receiving a communication of a secure frequency. It's not ours however."

"Patch it through anyway." Damian announces and the officer calibrates the geoscope to the correct parameters. A man surrounded by hanging alien head on the wall behind him and shrouded in darkness. "Who are you and how did you get this frequency?"

"Relax my friend." The man lowers a cup onto the table in front of him. "My name is Volk and I lead the Reapers. We saved one of your scientist who graciously gave us the frequency. For years we have remained in the shadows and kept a close watch on the Lost."

"I've heard of the Reapers during my time in ADVENT." Damian crosses his arms and slacks to the side slightly. "You consume the aliens as if they were animals."

"When your people have little access to food it's understandable." Volk said with a laugh. "We've been keeping a close eye on your operations after the recovery of the Commander. If you wish to discuss more in person, I'm sending you the coordinate of our HQ. I'll see you then." The screen goes black and Damian laughs a little.