Stepping outside to the airspace, Laswell walked in the front while Nikolai and Price stayed walking behind the Chief.

"City's under evacuation. Al-Qatala's got complete control." Laswell began to inform to her allies,

Nikolai couldn't help but reminisce, "This place used to be beautiful." He began to say, an open hand gestured at the scenery.

"Well, it's not anymore." Price said afterward, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"East and West rebuilt Verdansk after the Cold War." Nikolai began to say again, Laswell's head turning to look at him. "AQ didn't like that cooperation." Laswell spoke again.

"Now they've got armor. Heavy weapons." She continued.

"Terrorists with tanks." Nikolai calmly remarked.

Price spoke up next, "Who's at the helm?"

Laswell took out her phone, "Someone new." She said, pulling up a picture of a man wearing a red beret and light military armor.

"Nice hat. What's his name?" Nikolai asked, leaning in slightly.

"We don't know, but he's got friends in high places." Laswell explained calmly, showing Price next, who lightly pointed. "This is Russian intel. Where did we get this?"

"My counter part in Moscow." Laswell answered, which Nikolai raised a brow at. "The CIA working with FSB?"

"Not the first time." A calmed-tone Russian spoke up as he approached the small huddle. "Kamarov." Price was the first to speak.

"Captain Price." Kamarov addressed the man, "Nikolai." He said next. "You've been a bad boy."

"From you, that's a compliment." Nikolai said with a straight and calm face.

"Please, we're all friends here." Kamarov glanced between the three.