The container door creaked open and the harsh golden light illuminated a female form tied to a chair. Valeria rolled her tongue over a split at the corner of her mouth with a dangerous smile to Alejandro. "¿Que pasó, Vaquerito? ¿Comenzaste una guerra?- What's the matter, little cowboy? Did you start a war?" Alejandro stepped past her wordlessly and unbound her arms to free her from her seat. Her mahogany eyes flickered up and down his body, hovering over every bloodstain on his shirt. "A ti te persigue la violencia a todas partes, me cae...- Violence follows you everywhere you go, I like it..." she purred moving with him as he tried to walk away.

Al whirled around, towering over her and drawing his lips back to reveal his white teeth. "Yo no hice ningún trato contigo- fueron ellos.- I made no deal with you- they did," he growled.

Unphased, she curtly shrugged up her shoulder with a playful smile. "And that's your mistake."

Price butted between them, giving Rodolfo a chance to pull the Colonel back before a fight could start. "You knew there was a third missile?"

"Please. I don't worry about those kinds of details, I have people for that." 

Alejandro scoffed from behind them. "Liar..." 

"Where's Hassan?" asked Gaz.

Her smile dropped and her eyes darted from man to man. "... Are you fucking with me, or do you really not know?" 

"What is she talking about?" Price murmured to Rodolfo.

"Ay Dios Mio!- Oh my God! You don't know!" 

Alejandro's expression fell and he looked as though he might disintegrate to dust. "He's dead..."

Price's eyes rounded. "What??"

"He's been dead for four days now," she continued. "Graves held me here and beat me for his location, knowing he was dead."

"Who killed him??"

"Graves!" Valeria laughed to herself, touching her fingers to her bruised face. "Oh, fuck me, you're more in the dark than I am..."

The team dissolved into worried murmurs, despite Price's best attempt to steady them and Ghost came forward, eyes blazing. "Hell with that we don't need him anyway. Where's the third missile?" She lowered back to her seat, hanging her arms over the back of the chair and keeping her eyes locked on his in silence. He grasped the chair and leaned it back, nearly knocking her out of it. "Where is it??"

Valeria bristled, clenching her teeth to stifle a gasp. "... Chicago," she admitted at last. "Hassan had it sent to Chicago."

"What the fuck?" Gaz took off his hat and ran his fingers roughly through his short, coily hair. "What's going on, Captain??"

Price shook his head at her. "You just put a target on your back..."

Her calm demeanor took over again as Ghost set all four legs of her chair back on the floor. "I'm just running a business, señores- gentlemen. If you want to get that missile, get the fuck out of Las Almas and go get it."

"141, let's go." The Captain shook Alejandro's shoulder as he turned to leave. "For now, she's all yours. But I'm coming back."

Al grinned devilishly. "I look forward to it."

The rest of the team left, but Ghost remained. "Wait," he quietly pleaded. "I only have one thing left to ask her." Valeria shifted uncomfortably in her seat and he leaned back in. "The other woman, the red-haired one. Do you know where she is?"

Her tough exterior chipped away and a sadness grayed her face. "She was in here. Graves dragged her out hours ago. If you haven't seen her in the rest of the base, I couldn't tell you where he put her. Probably in the sand like he did with Hassan."

Ghost stood up straight, chillingly silent as he glided away. "Do what you want with her. I've got all I need."

Rodolfo followed him out, keeping a cautious distance. "Valeria's a liar, Ghost. Don't believe what she says."

"Broken clocks are right twice a day. She said if we haven't seen her in the rest of the base, she's probably gone." He looked around the hangar at the other containers. "But we haven't searched all these. Are you busy?"

"No, amigo. Let's look." 

The hangar grew loud with doors opening. The first two containers were empty. Ghost went to a third. Also empty. Rodolfo opened the fourth, also empty. Fifth, sixth, and seventh, all barren, and Rudy shook his head. "Nada- nothing. I'll check that one in the corner, you check that one over there."

Gaz cocked a brow. "Soap, what're they looking for?" 

The Sergeant pinched his brows together and his mouth turned down. "They're lookin' for NAG."

"NAG?"

"Used to be one of the Shadows, Graves took her captive when she tried defendin' us." 

Gaz's attention locked onto another container in a far corner with its doors left half open. "Have they checked that one yet?"

"Not that I'm aware. Let's check it out."

Ghost started upon hearing Soap call his name. He came out of his container and hurried over. "What do you see, Sergeant?"

"A fuckin' bloody mess," Gaz gagged as Soap covered his own mouth, unable to get the words out. "You said red hair, right?"

His eyes shot wide and he shoved past the two Sergeants into the container, instantly met with the stench of hot blood and rot. "Shit..." There was a still form lying facing the back and as he came closer, he recognized the red braid down NAG's back, now disheveled and unwoven in places. He knelt down, hesitant to touch her when he saw her face all shades of black and purple, and a red bloom where Graves had shot her in the side. "Novaleen..?" He slipped a hand under her head and lifted it, feeling it hanging limp. "Fuck... Fuck..." Ghost leaned his ear down to her face. "Come on, NAG... Come on, breathe for me..."

Huff...

"Captain Price!" he called. "Do we have a medic?"

Price came back into the hangar with a brow cocked. "No medic, but I've got Lone out here. What's happening?"

"We've got injured in here."

"On it!" Lone Wolf dashed past them and knelt beside Ghost only to freeze. "Lord, is she still alive...?"

"Yes. I need you to patch her up."

"I don't know, Ghost, I can plug a few holes, but I'm no miracle worker..."

"Lone. Please."

She pursed her lips and sighed. "I'll see what I can do. But we need to get her out of here; this heat isn't doing her any good." Lone hoisted her up over her shoulders and started for the door. "Rodolfo! Do you have any alcohol nearby? I've got some wounds to clean..."