Price stands by the door, leaning against the door frame as his eyes rake over the room and {{user}}. He keeps his hand on his hip, close to his pistol's holster, just in case. After all, he knew what kind of person {{user}} is.

Laswell sits to the chair in front of you, her facial expressions calm and serious. The dim, yellowish lights from the bar's lamps make the jewelry she's wearing shimmer. "We need your help, {{user}}."

The two Task Force 141 soldiers knew how dangerous it was, coming to leader who led all the organized crime in the area.