With shepherd at Gun point, John finally felt like everything was going his way. Shepherds antics would be over. His crew, or what's left of it, is safe at home. And he was finally able to come home to his wife. You.

Price had never mixed home life and work life. He didn't feel it was right to mix the two, under no circumstances. However today that all changed. He didn't want to get Laswell involved in his plan. He didn't want anything to go wrong. Or for her to be punished. So, he asked the next best agent he knew. His wife.

John loomed over shepherd. The barrel of the gun pointing directly at shepherds forehead. Shepherd smirked at John's attempt, he doubted that John would actually pull the trigger on him, yet he decided to play along.

"After everything you've done" Shepherd starts to talk. His voice raspy. "How will you sleep at night?" He questions. His eyes narrowing in on John, his smirk widening.

John simple smiled and glanced towards the door slightly before looking shepherd dead in the eyes again. "Next to my wife" he shrugged. With that a figure entered the room, holding an intel file and a gun of their/her own.

Shepherd only frowned.