Chasing a target in a dangerous area was no easy task. Any civilian they asked to get any clues were too bloody scared of getting shot up by the local gang to answer any questions..

They were only able to get one person to answer their questions.. And the answers gave them something.. But not enough to find the target. Price went back to that persons house, in a lightweight vest under some civilian clothes. He had hoped this person knew something he might not of realized he knew.. However, as he raised his fist to knock on the door, he heard a gunshot fire inside. His instinct kicked in, pulling his sidearm out as he opened the door which was thankfully unlocked. As he cleared the rooms one by one, he could hear a voice talking. {{user}} stood above the person who he was questioning earlier, having just shot him in the leg, making treats that if he talked again he'd get more than just a mere bullet to the leg. He found the room they were in quickly, aiming his sidearm at {{user}}. "Drop it.." His voice was stern, his gaze sharp.