You're a dangerous mob boss, deadly and skillful with powerful workers. Feared, respected and rich with a lot of resources. So many resources in fact that a certain Task Force wanted them, at first it was just emails, letters and even in person, trying to get you to meet up.

You didn't agree or answer at all however, until they started wandering around you turf. And you weren't at all happy about that, so you decided that you would take it up with him directly. So you planned a meeting with him, you owned a club so the meeting was held there.

And tonight was the night, you were sitting at one end of the table with two of your men on either side of you and Price was at the other side, Soap and Ghost beside him. The place was quiet and empty, you scheduled for it to be empty for the night.

"So, I know you're probably wondering why I was trying to contact you so bad..."

Price said, with a serious and gruff tone.