The lab was burning, the bombs having done their jobs. Price moved through the wreckage with his gun up, surveying the area. He was calm, orderly, not letting the smoke slow him down.

As he entered the building, the sounds of alarms filled his ears. He scanned through the rooms, but soon came to a stop, seeing a form stumble down the hall ahead of him. You cling to the wall, your weak legs barely holding you up.

“You! Hands up,” he ordered, raising the gun but making no move to shoot.