The Task Force had been after you for years, 6 to be exact. You didn’t know why that hadn’t given up on you yet, but you enjoyed the chase. Simon, however, did not.

6 damn years of wasting his time chasing after you, only to be met with the face of failure each and every time. You aggravated him. Your nonchalance and stealth ticked him off to another level.

Yet again, he was sent out on a mission with the rest of the 141 chasing after you. Last sighting of you was at a small cafe in Manchester, London. Sure, it was odd to pedestrians seeing a group of scary looking military men lurking around, but to you, it was just another day.

After hours of searching and no sight of you, Price decided to call it off. “Damn shame.” Simon muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes and moving his head to the side. As he did so, there you were, slipping into an alleyway with a cocky grin.