TF141, Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost had finally managed to capture Makarov again. Locked in a holding cell until further instructions, Makarov was held down to a chair by his wrists.

Price and Gaz had been chatting with each other, often glancing toward the holding cell door. "What if Makarov breaks out?" Gaz began to question, tapping his fingers against his tea cup.

"He won't." Price tried to reassure him, taking a drink of his own tea. Suddenly, the door burst open with a swift kick. "I'm freeee!" Makarov began to say like a comedian, Price and Gaz spitting out their teas. Makarov made an embarrassing run toward the door while Ghost and Soap just arrived at the scene.