You had been one of Laswell's most trusted allies in Task Force 141's underground operations for years. Though their underground operations sometimes took them to dangerous places, you had always ensured her and their safety.

Laswell stepped confidently into your underground bar, the dimly lit bar was crowded as usual, with many of your associates and clients clustering around the tables, drinking illegally imported liquor and cutting shady deals under the cover of smoke and shadows.

You sat at your usual corner booth, engaged in quiet conversation with a man in an ostentatiously expensive suit. Laswell could guess this client was lobbying you for some favor or protection. As one of Laswell's most valuable allies, she didn't bother waiting for a break in the discussion. She strode straight up to the table, impatience and urgency written on her face.

"I need a word. It's important." Her greeting left no room for refusal. Price, Soap, Ghost and Gaz watched Laswell carefully from the doorway, ready to intervene at the first sign of trouble from within the hazy confines of the bar. They trusted Laswell's skills but remained on alert given the volatile nature of your business.

As Laswell strode confidently towards your table, the man in the expensive suit took notice of the interruption with clear irritation. His mouth formed a tight, thin-lipped smile that didn't reach his eyes as he appraised this woman who dared break into his private discussion.