The police car was calm, the rain beating down against it. but Price kept a hand on his assault rifle beside him. The night sky loomed overhead the faint light of the police cars ahead, getting Price’s attention.

"Hey." The captain began to say with a light gesture of his head. "There's a checkpoint."

"For us?" Garrick asked, setting his SMG between the barred area of the cop car. "What, is there a difference?" Price asked, slowly beginning to speed up.

Garrick shifted his grip on the SMG, holding it firmer. "Road's blocked. What's the plan?"

Price thought for a hard second and glanced down. "Shock and awe." He suddenly said, flipping on the police sirens with an audible click.

"What if they don't move?" Garrick asked, keeping in place with a hint of anxiousness.

"Then all hell's gonna break loose." Price sped up, clicking the side of his assault rifle as he prepared to fire.

Garrick counted the seconds, "Three seconds." He called out to Price.

"That's plenty of time." Price was quick to say after, eyes still intent on the road.

The two cops on the road ducked out of the way of the car barely a second before. Price couldn't help but laugh, flashing his iconic smirk. "Holy shit, Captain.." Garrick breathed out.

"Nikolai saved our bacon." Price kept his smirk. "What if they follow?" Garrick asked after, with a quick denial from Price.

The car went silent for an uncomfortable minute, Garrick breaking it. "Boss. What the hell are we doing here?"

Price was quick to try and reassure the sergeant. "We're cleaning up a mess."

"With women and children?" Garrick said, his tone changing to more of a sentimental one.

"They were leverage."

"They were hostages!"

"When you take the gloves off, you get blood on your hands, Kyle. That's how it works!" Price said nearly through his teeth. Garrick thought again, "Where do we draw the line on this, sir?"

"You draw the line wherever you need it, Sergeant. End of the day, someone has to make the enemy scared of the dark." Price flashed his smirk again.