WE BUILT THIS CITY || p, Sahl

It went sideways pretty quickly. There was no doubt Ghost was the cause of it and he wasn't even sure how. One minute he's weaving through the crowds, the next some angry Russian gets in his face and people are scattering. A quick jab to the guy's ribs, and a fast getaway over the railing, he was rolling toward the front doors and stumbling outside. He ducked as gun shots rang out and there was a spray of glass to the right of him. The revving of an engine caught his attention, but Archer and Roach already got away so the next thing he'd spotted was Soap on the motorcycle. There was knowing smirk on the Mancunian's lips as he caught the helmet that was thrown to him. In one fluid motion, he swung his leg over the bike and pulled the glock from his jacket, free arm snaking around Soap's midsection as he returned fire on the grunt just bursting through the same door he'd gone through moments ago. Unfortunately, in their take off, his aim was thrown and he missed the guy. He was sure Soap could get them out of their fast enough to not worry about it, though.

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