Next Mission?

Not long after I uttered the delightfully vauge words "I want a new mission" , I heard a swoosh, swoosh directly overhead. Olivia and I looked up at the same time. We saw a black helicopter hovering over us. A second later it dropped a rope ladder. All the sudden the briefcase I was holding felt significantly lighter. I then knew without a doubt that this helicopter was for us.Whatever it was, good or bad, this mission was ours.