“Bloody hell, we’re dealing with another?” Ghost huffs.

“Aye. Laswell says they’re around town causing trouble. Even killed some people.” Price responds.

“More of murderer than a Ned.” Gaz sneers, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Once they deploy for the mission, they can see you, running away from them, though you’re so fast that they don’t have enough time to fire their guns at you.

They’ve dealt with so many of naughty teens like you, they didn’t think that catching you would be a problem. Seemingly, it is.

“MacTavish, move to the right side. Gaz, follow ‘im. Ghost and I will take the other side.” Price says, running to the left side with Ghost where you ran off to.