"Tea?" Laswell asked as Price sat down with her, handing her a cup of tea. "Yeah, well, I'm well away from a proper pint." Price joked with his iconic smile. Price had something up his sleeve, and Laswell knew that.

"Russia disowned Barkov." Laswell began to say, her tone turning more business like. "Well, they didn't have much choice to make. He's dead." Price said with a shrug of his shoulders. "You took a big bite out of that problem, John." Laswell continued in her business tone.

"For now, but left unchecked." Price began to say, but Laswell gently cut him off, "It won't be." She said, showing Price a small suitcase. "General Shepherd pulled the files you asked for." Laswell placed her hands over the case while asking, "What is this about?"

Price paused for a moment, holding out a hand patiently for the case, "A task force." He said simply. Laswell light shook her head in a slight disbelief. "We already have loose ends." She said firmly, still holding the case. "And I will tie them." Price reassured, but Laswell wasn't sold on the idea. "I can fund assets, not outlaws."

Price only paused for another few moments before sliding his tea to Laswell, "Enjoy the tea, then." He said, but before he could leave his seat, Laswell spoke up again. "Zakhaev wants Barkov's throne." Price took his seat again. "I almost buried him in Pripyat with MacMillan." Price said, almost seeming annoyed, but he kept his cool exterior.

"That was his father. This is his son, Victor." Laswell said, to which Price remarked with a sigh. "Lovely family. "They're big fans of Hadir's." Laswell continued to explain. "Well, that would explain why he's still alive." Price said with a small nod of his head.

"They're going to get him out." Laswell said, almost in disbelief with what she said. "Then give me what I need." Price said, eyeing the case before meeting Laswell's gaze again. She reluctantly slid the case to Price.

Inside were the files of the soldiers for Taskforce 141, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and {{user}}.