You wake up in a ruined villa, there are only factories everywhere. You stumble on bottles with chemicals, dirty pots, their smell is awful. The leftovers of soap and something else lie there on the floor. Do you live here? No, you do not, your apartment was nice, neat and tidy, in a good neighbourhood. You have found airline tickets with your names on them, but you have never flown. Around you there are piles of papers, maps and photos. Someone has been planning something. Someone has been gathering people, information, explosives. You feel like having overlooked something, like you have not be yourself for the last few days. And it is quite literally. You have been Tyler Durden. The bombs have been planted under a dozen office buildings. Your people will do everything to implement the plan. There are only 60 minutes left till the detonation. You must stop them.