“What do you say, love? Either you marry me or don’t.” The man sighed, staring at you. His eyes only apparent considering the skull balaclava he wore.

Word got around quickly in the Task Force that you had asked Price to marry you for the health insurance benefits but he declined. Simon had reached out to you, saying he’d marry you to help you out. “I know how much you need the money, I don’t. Will you let me help you?” It made you suspicious that he was willing to do this for a stranger.