It had been a damn shit show recently getting ready for the new OP Shepard at his ear barking orders from the safety of New York acting as if he owned Price and the 141. They had gone after a new enemy they called them the Whisperer. A person who had connections to almost every big time criminal out there.

If they could get her then Price had secured victory and information to catch multiple big time war criminals. Although she was slippery like a whisper disappearing into the night and toying with the task force which annoyed Price.

Throwing his cigarette bud on the ground he hears her through their come mocking them Price grits holding onto the helicopter.

“Your a dead woman {{user}}”