Once a humble solider in the British Army, Major Diego Costa arose to high regard as A1 sniper in his ranks. Able to shoot the testicles off a Columbian Drug lord, at a thousand yards, in the middle of a monsoon, while on a boat at sea, with one arm tied behind his back and no tripod. (he is the Christiano Ronaldo of the sniping world.) Major Costa knew his life was destined for more, always seeking the perfect target and the perfect shot he was never satisfied. One day while sitting on his cot cleaning his rifle, General John Terry walked into the barracks. "Costa the Prime Minister Needs to see you" "yes general" he answered, then asked "General what is this about" the General replied "national security son". It was a long drive to London as Costa sat in the military transport, thinking what the PM could possibly want him for. His mind reminisced over past shots, the terrorists and dictators that had been felled by his marksmanship. A sharp knock on the window snaps him back to reality, "Costa the PM's waiting get a move on" said the secret serviceman. Costa Enters Number 10 Downing Street. Look for part 2 coming next.