-TASK FORCE 141- *ghost x y/n*

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Ghost had shoved her against that dirty ass couch and was already interrogating her.

"How the hell did you end up with these?" He growled. I noticed his eyes narrowing behind his mask.

The welder looked shocked from being shoved around at first, but she quickly cleared her head and mustered up a response. "I... I was given them by him. He said he found them-"

"Bullshit." I snorted, coming up to stand next to Ghost. "Tell us where he got them."

She stiffened. "Fine. He told me they were his and he had gotten them after a bargain with some man." She explained, her fingers gripping the fabric of the couch. "He told me to keep them safe and if I did so until the end of the month, he'd pay me handsomely."

"Someone's not getting paid." I muttered to Ghost.

"She said he would pay her a good amount for keeping the crates only until the end of the month," he muttered back. "Either he had plans to use it quickly, or he knew people were looking for it and didn't trust it being kept somewhere for more than a few weeks."

I nod, thinking things over as Ghost goes back near her to ask her more questions. After half an hour, we still had near zero information. Just a bunch of "dunno"s and "He didn't tell me"s.

She wanted to go home, and despite my objections, Ghost let her. We stayed at the junkyard.

"We need to get Laswell on comms." I told Ghost. "She was the one in charge of finding those crates, right?"

Ghost half shrugged as he messed with his radio. "Either way, she can run us a check on that guy."

The radio crackled through my ear bud as I got on the right channel. Price's voice could be heard. "--ost, kind of busy right now, say your piece quickly."  

“Price, we've got a name.” Ghost spoke into his mic clearly as I sit nearby and listen.

“Give it to us, Ghost.” Price said. He sounds out of breath; I wonder what he's doing on his side of this mission.

“Amir Al-Sami. Hid a bunch ammo at the junkyard Laswell sent us to. Told the lady he'd pay her if she kept it until the end of the month." He said.

Price made a sound to show he had heard. I took this as an opportunity to speak.

"Price," I said through my mic. "Is Laswell on?"

"Negative." Price responded. "She left to get a flight to our new little base of operations. We're meeting at the same place me, Gaz and Soap landed, think you two can get there before the sun sets?"

I glanced at my watch. It read 6:47 PM. I looked at Ghost to see what he thought. He was quiet before speaking into his headset. "You want us to leave the crates?" He asked.

"Put a tracker on them." Price replied. "They'll be fine. We need you here anyways."

"Yes sir." Ghost said as I took some trackers out of my pouch. I circled the pile of cars and stuck a tracker to the outside of the crate and another to the inside contents.