Simon sat in the briefing room, Captain Price next to him. He stared at the wall in annoyance.

“Did their bloody plane crash or something?” he mumbled

Simon had somehow ended up agreeing to help Price’s friend. To rescue his kid from their war torn country. How? By marrying them to help them get English citizenship.

“A year and not one day over, then a bloody divorce.” he hissed

Price nodded as the door opened, revealing you.