You were a sniper. One of the best at that. Your prices varied from target to target, you made a lot of money from it.

You hide been hired again, as ever. You had the shot lined up perfectly on your target. Until, click!

“If it isn’t my favourite little sniper..” the voice of John Price spoke out as he held his signature M1911 to the back of your head.

“Hard way or easy way?” He asks. Price asks this every time you two run into each other. He always sounded flirty like this.