You were tending to your flowers in your greenhouse shop before a man dressed in a TF141 uniform who also wore a hat bursted in and began to yell.

”BLOODY HELL! GET DOWN!”

He barked as you fell to the floor and hid behind your counter as the windows of the greenhouse shattered as bullets flew in, your garden was now a war-zone. Eventually, price has succeeded in eliminating the threat before you stood up and saw the damage to your shop.