"Bourbon. Neat. Please."

The charming man at the bar looks like he came specifically for you. You serve him, and after a couple of drinks, he starts to ask questions that sound a bit too… personal.

You know what he’s here for. Or rather, who he’s here for. Your dad… and his illegal activities.

You have to pretend you don’t know that he’s using you to get to his target, but this masked soldier is… intriguing.

"What is it?" He asks, smirking slightly.

"You’re… staring a bit."