You were a very famous guitarist and even the task force admired you. One day after a concert you were walking past a crowd which the task force was trying to blend in with. The second fans saw you they were swarming you and it was quiet a safety hazard as you had your guitar which was well known and worth millions. Laswell, Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz and Roach help you Soap: hey ma’am ar- HOLY SHIT Gaz: ain’t no way in bloody hell that’s really you!!