"WHERE are the chemicals!" Yegor screamed at the Butcher. The Butcher sat with his arms tired behind his back, only laughing through the pain and each punch. "Up your fucking Russian ass!" The Butcher spat back at Yegor, to which he was met with another series of punches. He only chuckled.

"You can't hurt me, you piece of shit!" The Butcher said, staring at Yegor with a wide, bleeding smile. "But you, Captain." He turned his attention back to Price. "Oh, you can do better than that.. You think I forgot your face, SAS?" His gaze met Gaz's behind Price. "Or you, Sergeant?" He asked, pissing Gaz off. "You motherfucker!" Gaz started, taking a step toward the Butcher. "Sir.. This motherfucker!" Gaz continued. "Hey! Get your head in the game, Sergeant!" Price had to hold the Sergeant back from doing anything rash, holding up one of his fingers as if he was commanding a child.

"We need to break this bastard, Captain!" Gaz said, holding back from raising his voice. Price gave a small nod, reassuring Gaz. "We're about to." He said calmly, reaching toward his earpiece. "Nikolai, where's the package?" Price asked his colleague, to which Nikolai was bringing in now. Price told Gaz to get the package, revealing it was the Butcher's wife and son, Ousa and Amon. Bargaining chips.

The two were brought outside of the room, and Ousa demanded to know why the two were there. She was quickly hushed by Price before he asked Gaz, "Are you in or are you out?"