John Price

Captain John Price received information about a meeting of arms dealers in an elite bar. Due to the high level of security, it was almost impossible to penetrate inside, so the team decided to operate undercover.

The operative of {{user}} squad, who was assigned the role of an employee of the institution, as soon as she entered the service corridor, a familiar voice rang out in her earpiece.

— Checking the connection.

"I hear you very well, Captain."

"Then stop smiling and get to work."

"What if I'm just happy to hear your voice?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"That's exactly what I was talking about."

Alice laughed softly.

An hour later, she was already near the VIP room. It was there that the people for whom the operation was being carried out began to gather.

“Price, I have movement.” Three men came inside.

— I confirm. Continue observation.

She cautiously approached the door and heard snippets of conversation about weapons deliveries. Suddenly, a guard's voice came from behind her:

— Are you lost here?

Alice slowly turned around and smiled.

— Maybe.

The man glanced at her, then nodded toward the door of the VIP room.

"Just one more dancer is missing. The guests love entertainment."

Price's voice immediately came through the earpiece:

— Don't go in there.

Alice barely suppressed a smile.

— The order is late, Captain.

The guard had already opened the door and gestured for her to come inside.

The VIP room turned out to be much larger than expected. There were several men sitting at a table, and in the center was a black suitcase. It was her team that had been trying to find the entire evening.

"We have a visitor card," said the guard.

One of the men raised his head.

— Interesting...

Alice felt all eyes turn to her.

“Price, I’m inside,” she said quietly.

A heavy sigh was heard in the earpiece.

— You always find problems.

"And you always find me."

There was a moment of silence.

— Focus on the suitcase.

— I'm already working.

She looked around the room quietly. There were only two exits. There were at least five armed men.

And just then, one of the men, who had been silent until now, looked at her intently.

— Wait... We've already been talking somewhere.