It had been three months since the incident at Panchea. Three months since Adam Jensen had made the decision to promote the advancement of augmentations. He had the choice to let the world decide for themselves, but that would involve him dying. He also had the choice to promote anti-augmentation to keep the world from advancing into its own doom. However, spurred on by his loyalty to his job working for Sarif Industries, he chose to let the world keep augmentations. Tonight, he lay in his apartment in Detroit, which for reasons unexplainable seemed to be the only apartment in the entire apartment building. He was currently watching the News, which was still going on about the discovery of the DNA- his DNA- alterations which could be made to negate the necessity for Neuropazyne, the drug normal augmented people needed to use to not die. Adam turned off the television. He already knew everything about that. Moving to his kitchen, he noticed he was low on energy, so he decided to look for an energy bar. Not finding one on his counter, he lifted up his refrigerator and moved it to his living room. There, behind the refrigerator, he found a couple bars and a pack, along with a hypostim.

“How did a hypostim get back there?” He asked himself. He decided to ignore it and eat the energy bar. However, as he unwrapped the bar, there was knock at the door.

“This had better be the guy coming here to replace my mirror.” He thought. He opened his apartment door, to be greeted by not the janitor, but rather three heavily-augmented soldiers.

“Who the hell are you guys?” Adam asked, getting a little suspicious. As far as he knew, janitors didn’t have body armor, heavy rifles, and frag grenades.

“Not like you’re going to need that information.” The man in front stated as he and the other two soldiers shouldered their rifles. Adam quickly crouched and activated his cloaking system as the three men sprayed bullets everywhere in his apartment, splintering a table, pulverizing his couch, shattering all of the windows in his apartment, and tearing multiple holes in his fridge. He sat in his kitchen as the soldiers continued to walk through his apartment, decimating everything they saw.  Adam snuck behind one of the soldiers and pulled out his stun gun. Not wasting any time, he zapped the guy, rendering him unconscious. When the other backup soldier turned around and saw his friend lying on the ground doing nothing, Adam maneuvered behind him and cut two clean holes in him with his wrist-blades. Then he suddenly uncloaked, as the low energy warning appeared on his heads-up display.

“Shit.” He cursed, as the lead man turned around and saw Adam strafe-jumping from side to side, while frantically attempting to reload his stun gun. The soldier chuckled as he spun up the heavy rifle.

CLICK

“Huh?” He said. He looked down at his gun. Out of ammo. He looked up to see that Adam had pulled the combat rifle off of his coffee table, which was aimed right at his face.

“I’ll give you one last chance to tell me.” He said.

“Tell you?” The man said. “Tell you what?”

“Tell me why you barged into my apartment and tried to kill me.” Adam stated plainly.

“I was sent to kill you.”

“No shit. Who sent you?”

The man snorted. “Fuck you.”

Adam said nothing, but instead put two bullets in the soldier's thigh.

“AGH!” The soldier bellowed. "Alright, fine, take a look for yourself."

The soldier pulled a pocket secretary out of his armor and handed it to Adam. Adam read over it. It was an email from none other than Taggart.

RE: Your assignment.

Thanks for contacting me Tex. It's that asshole Adam Jensen. I've had it with hearing about his DNA and how Augmentations are the way of the future. I know I'm not usually a man to hold grudges, but he's such a fucking attention whore! Anyways, I should warn you that he's near-impossible to take down on your own. Take some backup with you, and do not let him talk you into anything. He has the apartment in the Chiron building in North Detroit. And remember this; do not have any mercy on him.

>I heard you might have some

>jobs for me

>Who's my target?

"Your name is Tex? Isn't that just a r-"

PLINK

Adam looked down at the soldier. He was holding a grenade with no pin.

“What?” He had totally forgotten that he had a frag grenade.

“I have to get the job done.” The man stated. The only thing that followed was an explosion, which shattered everything in a 10 foot radius, including the two men. Adam Jensen was dead.

Chirp Chirp.

The sound of birds was a rare thing to hear in the big city; mostly because there was hardly any natural habitat left in the world anymore. Adam pondered this for a moment before he tried to sit up. It was no use. Considering his massive headache, not to mention the fact that he was sore all over, he collapsed back onto the soft grass.

Wait…

There was hardly any grass in Detroit… where the hell was he? This time, Adam shot up without any complaint whatsoever. He was in a beautiful garden, decorated with sculptures of various equines and creatures, freshly-trimmed and well-maintained hedges, and many exotic animals most people would only dream of seeing.

‘How the hell did this happen?’ He wondered. The last thing he remembered was the guy in the apartment with the grenade, and dying. ‘Is this heaven?’ But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself, he couldn’t make himself believe that it was heaven. Even worse, he had no explanation how he got to where he was. But the explanation could wait. The first thing he needed to do was find out just where the hell he was. So what better place to ask for directions than the nearest building? Adam clambered to his feet and made his way towards a VERY large, picturesque castle.

‘Heh, it looks like something out of a ‘10s kids’ show’ he thought to himself.

And that’s when he noticed something far more surprising; all of his HUD was still working, even the map! ‘That’s a plus… now what about my augmentations?’ To check, he slowly deployed (but didn’t shoot) the Typhoon explosive system, quickly activated and de-activated his GlassShield Cloaking System, and from the looks of it he could still perform a dual takedown. After checking his augmentations, he went through his inventory. He still had a shotgun with about 40 shells, his silenced 10mm pistol, which he had 50 rounds for, his silenced Machine Pistol, with 150 rounds, a stun gun and 15 darts, a Heavy Rifle with a full 200 round canister, ten Cyberboost ProEnergy bars, two Cyberboost packs, a Cyberboost Jar, two Hypostims, four painkillers, a beer (which he quickly discarded), four Typhoon ammo canisters, ten Stop! worm software cards, twelve nuke viruses, but most importantly, his beloved Laser Rifle and 4000 battery left in the pack! But the most surprising thing yet was the fact that he had a spare Praxis point! He decided to save it for later. Right now, it was time to get to this castle.

He’d been walking for 20 minutes before he could finally see a door. A very large wooden door, at that. It was being guarded by two… horses? He checked his minimap. They were denoted by white triangles.

“Am I in Romania or something?” He said out loud to no one in particular.

“Did you hear that?” A gruff voice said out of nowhere.

‘Shit, a guard.’ Adam quickly took cover behind a statue and looked out from the side. But there were no humans in sight.

“I think I did.” One of the guardponies said.

‘Okay, I must be seriously dreaming or something. Did that fucking horse just talk?’ To say Adam was confused at the moment would be like saying we’re excited for Season 3; it’s quite the understatement, to say in the least.

After waiting for a couple moments, the guard on the left of the door shrugged and continued to stare at nothing in particular. At this point, Adam realized there were two options; kill the guards, or attempt to confront them. Now, contrary to what one may think, Adam Jensen is not generally a violent person, and would rather talk to one rather than shoot first and ask questions later, so he went with the latter option. Adam simply walked up to the guards.

“Halt, intruder! State the reason for your presence or be confronted by our ruler, Princess Celesti-Luna!” The two guards said in unison, up until the Princess’s names. The guard on the right turned to the other guard. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Spear. For the last time, we say ‘Celestia’, and I don’t care if you like Luna more, it’s what we’re ordered to say!”  Before “Spear” could put in his two bits, Adam cleared his throat.

“Actually, I’d appreciate talking to your Princess. Although I have one question before I do.”

Spear cut off whatever the other guard was about to say with a “What is that, sir…?” Rising to the question mark at the end of the sentence in case this… thing… wasn’t actually male.

“Is every single occupant of wherever I am a..." Adam realized these horses were way too small to be horses, but way too big to be foals. "pony?”

“Yes sir.”