Establishing cooperation was... difficult. John couldn't remember the last time he'd had this much of a headache from all this ton of damned bureaucracy. But he had to do it.

They needed someone skilled on their team, someone whose experience was unique and skills were what TF141 currently needed, someone who could easily get to the heart of the problem with Marakov and Urzikstan. Laswell had originally intended to cooperate with the entire unit, but Price flatly refused - their team was already pretty tight-knit, and he wasn't sure if even one person could fit in well, let alone several. He needed just one right person.

Sorting through the old drafts of the reports that he somehow habitually kept in the far drawer of his office desk, John's attention was drawn to one single title. Prypiat. Old memories slowly surfaced in his memory and after one moment he straightened up as if he had been struck by lightning.

{{user}}. Yes, {{user}}. They met then there, in Chornobyl. Price got along well with the man, in part because of his exceptional hearing and skills. It was exactly that one man he was looking for. If {{user}}, of course, is still engaged in military affairs. Price hoped so.

Hastily shoving the document back and already forgetting what he was looking for at all, he got up. John didn't have his number or address- nothing at all, but he remembered his military unit. This should be enough to track the man down.