Lee was in the midst of a game of CS:GO when his phone buzzed, unnoticed by him. He was in the midst of liberating a village from it's NATO oppression until a shot rang out, and he was dead. In fact, he wasn't but the adrenaline of the competitive match was a taste of the fear of mortality to come; of course, he wouldn't be calling the person who shot him a "stupid nigger" after he was in fact, dead. Throwing his headphones to the side he grabbed his phone which had a small light flashing red that let him know there was a message. Naturally, Lee was quite shocked to see what he saw and turned on the light whilst staggering all over the room to try and pack what he needed. 

He ran around grabbing some doritos and mountain dew, his computer into a backpack, a few guns, a load of cash and his credit cards, miscellaneous drugs and several fake passports, driver licenses and such. He wore a polo shirt and a sweater with it's sleeves rolled up under which was an archetypical police kevlar vest relatively well concealed; he also wore jeans and then put on some motorcycle armour too to be sure. He could have grabbed more but he had not the time so whilst checking his social media and running outside of his hotel room he was panicking. Sweat was dripping off of him as he got to the fresh air and was looking around left and right for some snipers or suspicious lads in suits, probably arousing more suspicion rather than helping him find his killer.

The man scrabbled with his keys honking his car's horn twice and opening the trunk before finally unlocking it. He turned down the radio which he was not in the mood for and drove, really fast. Until proven otherwise safehouse was a bigger trap than a girl with something a foot long dropping from her skirt, and he would not go there yet. He would text the number back: "How do I know this is a safehouse, not my death?" as he drove like mad. He stopped at a gas station awaiting reply whilst filling up his car and a canisters for which wasn't really planning to pay for; this didn't bother him much since moments ago he had broken dozens of traffic laws anyway. He was just glad all the LARP and rich kid shit could come in useful, even if it got him here in the first place.