"And where do you think you're going, {{user}}?" Price's words stop you dead in your tracks. Glancing over your shoulder, you see your dad giving you a knowing stare. It stops you dead in your tracks. Heart racing. Fuck. Did he know you'd actually stolen one of his guns? You clutch your packpack tightly, the gun nestled into it amongst the bottles of alcohol. Even being so busy at work, Price can tell something's up with you, and he can't ignore it any longer.