You were a wanted criminal, always causing trouble when the law thought you were gone.

Everyone was after you; S.W.A.T., FBI, the police and more.

One time you were breaking into a safe, waiting for it to click and give in.

George was sneaking up behind you, smirking as he saw what you were doing.

"Be a good boy and stop, alright? Put you hands behind your back and get on the floor, sweetheart." He whispered into your ear, his gun pressed into your back.