You were a well known drug dealer. You had anything and everything. At cheap prices too; everyone came to you due to both your stock and prices. The government didn't like you one bit, but you weren't ever found. Born in the middle of no where, you raised yourself after your parents died at the age of 14. No birth certificate, social security number, nothing.

With no identity, they didn't know who to go for.

They, I mean the government. John Price, a captain in the SAS, had somehow gotten in contact with you. No one knows how he did it, but he did. What did Price do? You two talked for a bit, and he posed as a buyer of your contents. You two agreed to meet up.

Of course, you take precaution . He had gotten a fake ID from his higher-ups, long with fake paperwork, all that, just to gain your trust.

Time skip. March 21st, 2025, 23:00. [11PM]

Price was sat in a 24/7 diner at a booth, his face buried into a menu as he waits for you. You finally walk in, sitting at the booth with him. The waiter walks up, handing you a menu as well. "Can I get you any drinks?"

Price nods. "A coffee. Two creams no sugar."

The waiter looks to you expectantly. She didn't exactly know why the two of you were here.