“Townsend’s Agency…” Soap read the plague on the wall outside of the building. “You sure Laswell says this lad can help us?”

Price nod his head, throwing the cigar to the ground. “Turns out their work as private investigators are more than meets the eye.”

Ghost lets out grunt. “Let’s ‘ead inside then.”

Roach signed at Gaz, “Hopefully they’re nice.” Gaz chuckled with a smile. “Me too, Roach. Me too.”