"Alright Price nice and steady. Aim high and to the left. The wind will throw off your aim some."

"Ten-four captain MacMillan."

The 2 SAS snipers were sitting in an old hotel in Chernobyl that they were using as a vantage point to carry out the first assassination approved by the SAS since World War II. Their target was none other than Irman Zakhaev. The infamous arms trader and rising among the ranks of the Ultranationalist party in Russia. He was using the deserted town to sell weapons in an area that he wasn't likely to be caught in and so far it had proved to be a nice decision.

"We'll only get one shot Price. Make it count."

"I'll end him with it Captain. Nothing to worry about." Price said as he started to make small adjustments to his scope. "It'll be a nice clean shot…"Price trailed off as he suddenly grew enraged. "Son of a bitch!"

"What Price? What is it?" MacMillan asked in alarm.

"The bastard's flipping us off."

MacMillan couldn't believe that. Price wouldn't get worked up over something like that and they would kill him anyway so any make believe wrong would be righted.

"Price. Remember what we came here for." He said in a calm voice in an effort to get Price to focus back on the mission.

"Bloody bastard thinks that he can get away with flipping me off." Price said as he started to make new adjustments. "I'll show him. He won't be flipping anyone else off with that arm ever again." Price began to rant. MacMillan was much too late to stop whatever Price had planned and he could only hope that he would actually finish the mission and not let his emotion get the better of him.

"Price remember the mission, don't do anything crazy."

"I sure as hell will. I'll show that bastard the line he's crossed."

"For the love of god don't do what I think you're about to do Price."

It was too late though because Price was lost in his rage and pulled the trigger. After a few seconds of tense anticipation from MacMillan. He saw the shot take off Zakhaev's arm that he had outstretched in their direction.

"What the hell Price! I said kill not maim." Saw the chaos at the meet as everyone ducked and Zakhaev clutched his new stump.

"That ought to show the bastard who's boss. No one flips Price off and gets away with it."

"You had a kill shot on him. What the hell man! What the actual hell!" MacMillan said in a rage as he turned to look at Price.

"Showed that bastard that the Price is right." Price said as he began to pack up the rifle.

"That doesn't make any damn sense Price."

"Looks like he got overpriced." Price said as he took off sunglasses that were suddenly on his face.

"I'm getting you kicked out for this you know that right."

"He should have price checked before going shopping."

"Not better."

"Looks like he's been disarmed for good."

"Just stop."

"Seems like he needs a new right hand."

"Please stop. Besides do you even know if it was the left or the right you shot off?"

"I'm might be going out on a limb here…."

"I hope that helicopter kills us."

"But I think that deal just cost him an arm and a leg."

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"I sure hope he wasn't handy."

"Why is this happening to me?"

"Looks like he needs a hand down there."

"This is hell."

"It's sure not hell in a hand basket."

"I don't want to live on this planet anymore."

AN : There it is. The truth they don't want you to know.