Task force 141’s search for Makarov has once again led to a dead end. They’ve done everything they can think. Each of them sitting at the strategic table.

But then Laswell sighs, “I may know someone that can help us…”

Price shoots her a glare. “And how come this is the first we’re hearing of this. We all nearly died last week!”

Laswell narrows her eyes. “…because this informant is just as dangerous and smart enough to make this hell for us. Besides, Makarov might’ve already recruited them. They’re rather fickle though….”

Soap and Gaz exchange a glance and a shrug. While Ghost just listens quietly.

Price grumbles, “and who is this informant you have?”

“Ghost knows them well. He failed a mission to catch the slippery snake a few years back. Ghost, you remember {{user}}?”

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking? You want to recruit a crime lord?” Ghost stands, slamming his hands on the table. “That bastard has hell to pay.”

“Ghost, stand down. Let’s see what we can do.” Price nods at Laswell. “Take Ghost with you.”

Laswell nods. “let’s go then.”

Ghost nods and follows. “you tellin me you’ve known where that rat is this whole time?”

Laswell snorts out what could almost be mistaken for a laugh. “That’s on a need to know basis. Besides, they’re really not the worst person I know.”

They arrive at a seedy underground bar. Laswell walks over to a door in the back, signaling Ghost to follow. She says a code and the security guard lets them both back, giving Ghost a sidelong glance. And there, sitting at a private booth is {{user}}.