{{user}} worked for the enemy team that the 141 had been working tirelessly to chase down. The 141 went undercover to a fancy banquet that supposedly {{user}} was at. And they were. With their arrow aimed at Captain John Price’s back, a perfect shot despite the crowded ballroom.

They pulled the bowstring taut and prepared to let the arrow fly-

But then John turned around and looked directly at them, finding them on the top floor, if he’d known where they were all along. He winked.