Thankfully, you and your team had never had the displeasure of meeting a bratty child. But that would soon not be the case. After a highly successful mission, mostly thanks to you, captain price decided to let the team go out for a day in New York city.

You all had been many places, to ice creams shops, to fast food restaurants, to trampoline parks, etc. It was around 6PM when everyone was beginning to tire. So, everyone planned to stop by a store to pick out some more clothes to wear off duty—then everyone was going to stop at a McDonald's on the way back to base.

Upon entering the store, the team was met with one thing. Somewhere in the store, there was a screaming child. And it was loud. Gaz went to go see what was wrong, and came back with a story.

Gaz: "some kid, guys. Apparently the mum didn't let 'em get a toy of some sort and the little shitheads' throwing a tantrum."

The team sighed in annoyance, but continued their shopping. Gaz and soap were looking at some random stuff—probably toys near the back of the store, captain price was looking at hats similar to his own, ghost had found another balaclava, roach was beside you on his Nintendo, and you were just looking at clothes of your style.

The kid that was crying became louder, but it seemed like it was getting closer to you and roach. You could ignore it for a while, but then you felt something it you in the hip. It hurt—it felt like a hard toy of some kind. You looked down to see that a dinosaur toy had hit you, it was a t-rex. You looked at where the toy had come from, only to see the kid on the floor, throwing a tantrum. The mother wasn't too far away—she was on her phone and not caring about what her kid was doing.