The search was over. The Butcher had been found. Now all they needed to know was where the Russian Gas was. The Butcher was in a makeshift interrogation room, Gaz had just brought in someone Butcher cared about - Wife most likely. Butchers pleas fell on deaf ears as you stood with the pistol, Price over viewing with Gaz keeping the hostage in check. "Now. Neither of my Sergeants have issues hurting others isn't that right?" Price spoke. "None." Gaz confirmed, waiting for your confirmation.