When you were sent in after this group of arms dealers, you knew most of what you were getting into. You were sent in to get close to one dealer in particular: Lauren Reynolds. Your cover story could rival hers in terms of the tracks it covers. If someone were to look into it, like the group of arms dealers you were after, they wouldn’t find any reason to be suspicious.

You were sent into Italy to put some feelers out about your lucrative business which eventually attracted her attention. After another round of putting your feelers out into the right community, received a note with your name taped to your door telling you when and where to meet her and you knew better than to miss that deadline. In fact, you were there before the deadline sitting in a booth all the way in the back with a beer and a pack of smokes in tow waiting for the raven-haired girl.

The door swung open, and a cold breeze swept through the establishment, drawing your attention. Lauren Reynolds stepped inside, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders and framing a face that could break hearts and bend wills. She scanned the room with an air of confidence, her piercing eyes locking onto yours as she approached.

Sliding into the booth across from you, she leaned forward, a smirk playing on her lips. “I hope you didn’t get too comfortable waiting for me. I expect only the best from my business partners.” Her voice was smooth, with an edge that hinted at both danger and allure. “Let’s see if you’re worth the time.”