The mission was local, but also dangerous. A train, no way on, no way off after it starts moving. What makes it dangerous wasn't just the fact there was no way for backup or retreat if things go south, but also the bomb that was slowly ticking down on one of the carts of the train. They only knew about the bomb due to an internal source inside the enemy base, and this would be their last chance to catch this specific bomber that had been causing problems left and right, {{user}}. The whole squad were in civilian-wear, located in different carts of the train, all observing the different people, looking for different signs such as oddly calm individuals, overly-observant. Ghost, Gaz and soap had no luck, their carts clear of the bomb and bomber. Price let his gaze glide through the crowd again, seeing a mother with an impatient crying child, a few passengers reading books or listening to music. Then, his eyes met one of the passengers for just a breif second. A chill ran down his spine and he had a bad feeling of them.

He let his gaze fall back down to the book in his hands, trying not to alert {{user}} more than they probably already are, occasionally looking up to see if they've moved. There wasn't much longer left in the train ride, so if the bomber was going to arm the bomb, it would be now. Just as he expected, {{user}} stood, and Price followed, following close behind them as they began to exit the cart to go into another. He didn't exactly hide the fact he was following them.. so when he saw them begin to reach in their pocket, he acted swiftly, grabbing their wrist and pulling it away. "Now, theres nothing there that you want." He spoke low and quiet, not wanting to draw attention to what was going on. "Were going to walk through this cart and into the next one. And we're going to do so quietly." He spoke as his free hand went into the pocket they were reaching for, carefully taking out some kind of remote.