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-Somewhere near the East Police Station-
Price: Bloody zombies...
Soap: Were safe here. We've been here for three hours straight and none of them came near to us.
Price: What now, Makarov's dead by now if he is that unlucky. We better find some survivors.
Soap: I'd rather camp out here for a while.
Price: Soap, check the police station.
Soap: Umm, Price, we've got movement inside of the station.
Price: Open Fire if survivors come out.
Soap: To whom?
Price: To those zombies.
Soap: Got it.
-In the Police Station-
Takashi: You've been a great use to me
He salutes to his old Itchaca 37
Takashi: Let's move
Rei: Let's go to Shintoko Third Elementary School, for now, I think.
-Back at Price's location-
Soap: Umm, Price, we've got kids getting out of the building.
Price: This zombies aren't gonna touch them.
Bang, Bang, Bang. Three shots from Price's Mk14. He got it from his renegade mission in France.
Soap: Good thing they're no startled.
Price: We've need to meet them up. Move up.
-In the streets near the station-
Kohta: Takashi, someone's comming.
Takashi: Good thing their still alive.
Kohta: Oh my god! A Mk14 Mod 0 made by the Americans! Oh, that is a genuine 1911 circa WWII. A Cheytac M200 and a HK UMP45!
Soap (In Rough Japanese): Chill out, guys. We won't kill you. Oh, I almost forgot. This is not a M200, this is a EDM M96 Windrunner.
Price(In Fluent Japanese): We are not japanese, but we can help you and we are looking for survivors since the past two days. Name's Price. John Price. And that guy over there is Soap MacTavish. You may know us as international terrorists.
Price looks back at Soap.
Price: Soap, let me do the talking here.
Saya (Frightened): Wait, you were a part those who launched a nuclear missile over DC?
Price (Changing Mags): Yes we are those two guys.
Soap: I say we introduce more about ourselves while moving, right Price?
Price (Looking at Soap): Yeah, we've better find a safe place to sleep and eat. It's getting dark.
Price (Looking at Takashi): Will you trust us, young ones?
Takashi: Looks like we've got no choice.
Rei: Wait, you sure to trust him, Takashi? That international criminal!
Takashi: Who is more experienced in killing them?
Soap: Just point us the path. So, where are we going now?
Takashi: The Shintoko Third Elementary School. Most of the police are there and most of the survivors are there. I think. We only know that the survivors and the police would be evacuated by the SDF anyday.
Price: What are we waiting for? Let's move!
The whole group moves up to stop only by a flower shop.
-Inside the flower shop-
Takashi: So what are we doing here?
Price: Looking for some Ammonium Nitrate.
Saya: For what?
Price: Don't you listen to your chemistry class?
Kohta: Oh, yeah! Thermobaric IEDs.
Price: Good, you know.
Price locks the door.
Rei: For what is that?
Price: We'll be staying here for a while.
Price points to the fences outside.
Price: Those fences are high enough not to be crossed by a normal person. And looks like nobody was here for a while.
Soap: I'm gonna check the upstairs. Better be safe than sorry.
Soap goes up for a while. Everybody baricades the doors and the windows except for the one facing the main gat of the fence.
Soap: Second floor, clear.
Price: Alright, everyone of you, you can sleep now. Me and Soap will do rounds on guarding the area. We're trained for that in the SAS.
Takashi: May I have a word with you, Price-san?
Price: It's your choice.
Price gives a well-known look at Soap.
Soap: Okay, I know.
Price looks back at Takashi
Price: What is it now, young one?
Takashi: I don't know how did you found us but thank you for your help. My question is, what brings you here?
Price sticks up a cigar at his mouth and lights it.
Price: Good ol' revenge to the man who we've been chasing for one bloody year.
Takashi: Who is this man you are talking about?
Price: Name's Vladmir Makarov.
Price brings up his wallet and shows a picture of Makarov.
Price: That bloody bastard's been hiding from us since we last saw him in Afghanistan.
Takashi: You do have a lot of troubles.
Price: You may introduce yourselves to me right now.
Takashi: Name's Komuro Takashi.
Price: Is that in Japanese naming order?
Takashi: Yes.
Takashi points out Saya.
Takashi: That girl over there is Takagi Saya.
Alice butts in the conversation.
Alice: Umm, Takashi, Saya-chan found an old working radio in the attic.
Price: Great! Now we can contact Nikolai.
Soap: Sorry to disturb you, but we have a situation here.
Takashi: Where's Kohta, Alice?
Alice: Kohta-san is sleeping in the second floor.
Price: Don't worry Takashi. We'll take control of the situation.
Price moves to Soap's location near the side gate of the fence.
Price: What is it now?
Soap: Fire broke out. Approximately 3 clicks north.
Price: Found any transportation yet?
Soap: A rickety minivan at the garage.
Price: Better.
Soap: Well, this is better than being chased by a whole company of mercs in Afghan right.
Price: Just like the old times.