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XVIII

Chapter XVIII
Missiles and blood

I was back in London. I haven't missed this place. I stopped considering it home a long time ago, after meeting and loving Alejandro. But I couldn't not come back. I needed to stop the last missile...and work on my transfer to Las Almas.

I didn't tell him I was planning to do that, hoping I could surprise him, but after seeing how sad and...broken that man was, I regreted it.

Of course, Rodolfo knew, same for Soap and Ghost. Rodolfo actually helped me a lot with this, promising me to accept it himself so Alejandro doesn't know about it. Soap made sure Price would put a nice word for me, and Ghost, well he didn't let me give up on the idea of the transfer, and gave me some advices as well. For the first time he was actually wholesome, if I can call a skull man like that.

"El Sin Nombre told us the third missile was smuggles into the United States through the Port of Chicago."

"Hassan and his AQ soldiers are with it."

"We don't know exactly where the missile is or where it's headed."

"We do know that Hassan was taken to a building in downtown Chicago owned by a shell company of the Las Almas cartel."

Their conversation made me let my thoughts away, and swift my attention to them. I looked to Laswell as she lit up a cigarette, handing the lighter to Price, who was already holding a cigar between his lips.

"Police are on the ground cordoning off streets around the building. They're on the lookout for a stolen container full of weapons. They do not know we're dealing with a missile." she said as she exhaled the smoke out of her lungs. "We believe Hassan is holed up in a fortified server room on the 54th floor of this building. I will be on the ground working to locate the missile."

The air was thick. The smoke was getting me slightly dizzy, making it hard to me to focus again on the instructions we were getting.

"Soap'll infil with the Marines on the Chicago River and move in on the ground level." Price spoke.

I leaned back on the chair, covering my nose and mouth with my hand, trying to act as natural as possible, so they wouldn't considering me disrespectful. Although that smoke is fucking annoying.

"I'll heli up to an OP across from the objective for armed overwatch." Ghost said, looking to me for a moment, then back to the captain.

"We'll touch two helos down on the roof of the target building one with a troop of Marines, the other with me and BB." Price said.

"While Soap and the Marines push up the building, Price and BB will work their way down, with BB rappeling to the server floor, pinching Hassan in the middle." The woman in front of us said, finishing her cigarette. "Our primary mission is to locate and stop the missile. But, you have execute authority to kill Hassan."

"Floor 56 is our primary objective. It's well-fortified with limited access. Hassan may be holed up there." Price said as our helicopter was reaching the building.

"Copy. Let's nail this bastard once and for all, sir."

In short time we landed on the roof, Price signaling me to get out. I quickly obeyed, being followed by the elder man as well.