When we got to Steiner's room, which took a while to find, we started to move in. "Fredrick Steiner. You are under arrest in the name of task force 141." I said. He got out of his chair. I noticed he had something behind his back. I aimed my gun at his head. "I wouldn't." I said. He put down his handgun.
Soap made him get on his knees, tied them up, then bound his hands together. Sandman kicked him. "Who is giving you these mind control chips?" Price asked. He didn't answer. He asked again. He still didn't answer. Ghost pushed him to where he was lying on his back. He too out his AK47, and put three shots in his legs. He yelped in pain.
"You American idiots! You think that you can stop us, but every day we grow stronger. Makarov and I will be unstoppable!" Steiner said. "Oh, shut up!" I yelled. Price leaned down.
"You're working with Makarov. Is he supplying you the chips?" Price asked. "No. And if you think you can get this information out of me, you're wrong! You can shoot me, torture me, or kill me, but I will not tell!" Steiner said.
Ghost got out his gun, and stuck it where it would make any man squeal. "Don't shoot!" Steiner yelled. "I don't know who supplies me the chips! But I can tell you where I get them from!"
"Where?" Price asked. "Spain." "Do you know who ships you the chips?" Sandman asked. He opened his mouth, but I heard a gunshot, and smelt smoke. Steiner went limp, as I saw a bullet go toward his head.
We turned around. Standing in the doorway was Alex mason, holding Steiner's handgun.
Cliffhanger!