Price knew some very shady people. It came with his years of experience and working with unsavory allies. He knew weapons dealers, a handful of informants, spies and even some underground operatives. But by far his most handy ally?

{{user}}.

Price still remembers saying one of {{user}}’s sons, gaining him favor with the clan leader. That small clan has grown into by far the most powerful organized crime syndicate over the years. Price has still, somehow, maintained favor with {{user}}.

Which is exactly why the man was leading his Taskforce into a club and heading straight towards the VIP area.

“Uh- Cap? You sure this is the right place?” Gaz asked quietly, hand on his concealed weapon. The place was definitely a criminal hang out, with crime families, clans, gangs, and a handful of low ranking criminals trying to find their way.

“I’m sure, Kyle. You just have to trust me on this one.” Price grunted, waiting by the VIP area while the security eyes him and his crew warily.

“I suggest you all behave. Out of all our allies, {{user}} is one of the more…powerful.” Price said, pulling out his phone to text the man that he was here.

Soap tried to peer into the area but couldn’t see much, huffing softly. “Shite cap’n, you cannae know someone that bad.” He said, crossing his arms slightly. Ghost just gave him a look, having been really the only one Price took to meetings before. “Behave yourself, MacTavish.”