Walking along downtown streets, {{user}} had been in the front of the line of the 141. Price, Gaz, Soap, and Gaz had all been trying to decide on where to go for drinks. Price had been suggesting a few places, but only one seemed to be open a few blocks away.

The train of thought had suddenly been broken when a line of cars began to approach. One van drove across the sidewalk, blocking it while the passenger door opened. A Konni soldier in uniform began to step out, two more stepping out of the sliding door.

Another truck began to approach as {{user}} backed away, with a few shouts in Russian. It was obvious that the Konni soldiers didn't realize that Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz were just around the corner.