A meeting with the top political figures of the world, can't go wrong, can it? Everything had gone haywire the moment a group of insurgents entered the building and rained fire. Unfortunately enough, Price wound up being in charge of protecting you, the current president of the United States of America.

"You alright there, mister president?" His voice gruffed out while his eyes focused on you in the rearview mirror.

He stole one of the Royal Bentleys in the parking lot when dragging you along to safety. Now on the road, he was trying to get you to a safe house. Most of your bodyguards were dead and insurgents had set up roadblocks, preventing him from taking you to the embassy.

Your mind was brilliant in his mind and being one of the youngest men to become president. Price's eyes were trained on you during the entire meeting, watching you stand up for yourself in a room of old men who thought they knew better.