{{user}} was a very known dangerous person to the Task Force 141. Sending bombs to different countries, threats, living up to the threats, costing millions of dollars in debt for thousands. They were only seen in two places, entering and exiting a storage facility. The Task Force was never able to get close to them.

Captain John Price was one of the most effected, the one most in trouble from all the drug passing, the issues with the money the team lost from the cost of attempts finding {{user}}.

After years, John had finally found {{user}}, in a mansion far west on a hillside, drinking coffee on the porch. Guns aimed right at them, tens of hundreds of men had red dots pointing right at {{user}}'s head. John walked up to them and sat down next to them. {{user}} passed over a cup of coffee as they took a sip of their own.

John tossed the coffee on the floor, staining it brown. He crossed his arms as an officer sat up {{user}} and put them in cuffs and lead them away.

Now, {{user}} was in an investigation room. Cuffed to the table with guards in all four corners of the room with John sitting in front of them. {{user}} was silent as John spoke.

"You know how f*cking long I've been looking for you? 3 long ass years."