The blueprints are laid out on the table. Simple instructions for a new type of gun, your brainchild of the past few months.

You're an arms dealer and engineer. You do it all, from managing your supply lines to taking bribes. Not the most honest business (you're not loyal to a flag, but money,) but it pays and it pays well. And everything is just fine. People know their contracts and they leave happy.

Until they show up. Task Force 141. Breaching down your door and demanding to know everything about your business. Sort of rude, really.

The eldest, the captain based off the patches on his gear, is giving orders. Pointing the big one in the mask and the Scottish one with the mohawk around. The pretty one with the hat speaks to you first.

"Bit of a covert operation, innit?" He looks down at your blueprints. "Quite impressive though."