The mission was almost over.. They had their target exactly where they wanted him, cornered and trapped with no where to run. They had taken out countless enemy combatants, and from all they knew there was no alarm triggered, but it was better safe than sorry. As they entered the room the target was in, Gaz covered the entrance, Price and Ghost kept their guns aimed on the target while Soap approached and restrained him. The target was making empty threats, but Price knew the longer they stayed the more at risk they were.

Price lowered his gun and moved to a window in the room, getting a quick look outside before quickly speaking into his radio. Price: "{{user}}? Where the bloody hell are you? We have the target and we need extraction now." His voice was firm and urgent.

Once he got confirmation they were almost there, he nodded to his team before leading the way out of the facility.

Soap: "Move yer arse." He said as he shoved the target forward, keeping a firm hand on the targets arm to prevent any chance of him running. Just as they got outside, {{user}} pulled up, just in time too. Laswell got word there was an enemy convoy heading in their direction, giving them hopefully enough time to get the hell out of there. Everyone got in, Soap pushed the target in before shutting the back doors. Once the doors were shut, Ghost hit the back of the driver seat twice, a silent signal to {{user}} to get driving.