As Captain Price's message comes over the radio, you look over to Ghost in the other helicopter with a grin. It's going to be a fight in the skies. Your Apache helicopter banks hard as you slide into position above the speeding convoy below. Through your cockpit windows you can see two trucks weaving wildly, obviously knowing they are in a losing battle.

"I've got the one on the right, you take the left," you say to Ghost. With practiced precision, your weapons systems operator locks onto the target. A heat seeking missile launches with a whoosh, streaking toward the truck. At the last moment, the driver proves crafty and swerves off the road into a ditch. "He bailed! Going in for a strafe run." You bring the deadly chain gun to bear and rattle off a burst that tears through the trucks bed, shredding metal and supplies. Smoke billows from the wreckage.

Below, Soap pushes his vehicle harder, catching up to Price's car. "That should slow them down lads, but the ringleader is still in his truck up ahead. Let's end this!" he shouts to Price.