"I don't see why he wouldn't," Prompto shrugged, frowning a little as he moved his avatar around a corner, then jumped back as he saw a group of enemies, switched his weapon, and then went charging back to start to blow them all away, having a terrible thought in the process.

"It's a spy game," he said.

It wasn't.

"You know, lots of sneaking around, secret missions, having to go behind people's backs in an effort to get information without them knowing about it."