Your faces move closer together, and soon you can feel his breath against your cheek.

    Dealing with this kind of situation was not part of your training.
 
    So you ad-lib, locking lips with Milton in a passionate kiss.

    It makes you tingle all over, and as you shiver, you accidentally pull your gun's trigger, shooting Milton in the foot.

    "Oh, shit!  I'm sorry!" you say to him.

    Milton starts hopping in pain.

    You take off your shirt and wrap it around his foot to stop the bleeding.

    "Don't worry about me," says Milton.  "Put that guards clothes on.  Hurry!"

    You do as he tells you, and then put your assassin clothes and gear on one of the dead guards.

    "OK," says Milton.  "Come with me."

    Milton puts one arm around your neck for support, and hobbles down the hall.

    A group of armed soldiers run down the hall toward you.  Milton yells something in Greek and points to where the guard in your clothes lies dead.

    They run past you down the hall.

    You take Milton to the hospital and they bandage his foot.

    He takes you back to his apartment in Athens, and the two of you spend the night together.

    A week or so later, Milton is given an honorable discharge from the Greek army.  The two of you buy a small farm in the hills and raise goats together, living off of Milty's military pension.