WE BUILT THIS CITY || p, Sahl

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YOUR HEART HAS BROUGHT YOU TO THIS LAND — R, huh? That was a new one. He let out a laugh as Ghost crouched bear him. Well, at least they were extremely rich. They could even bribe the store owner into saying  they didn’t exist! Luckily, the Brit managed to pull the shelf off of him. Roach fumbled out of the shelf, backing away from it so it wouldn’t hit him yet again. And then, Ghost jabbed him. That was his idea of gentle? A huff escaped him this time as Roach began looking for the toys. Eventually— he had picked out a lot of them. Well, it didn’t matter. After all, they had so much money. Gleefully getting the toys, he had stashed them, Mikey in his car. And then he ran to the others, huffing and puffing, and putting on a Boston accent. “Woah. Didn’t assume you guys were here.” He remarks, just as Ghost finished his comment.

Soap had listened to Archer, who spoke about what Price had told them to do. Yeah. There was no need in being stupid. This was organized crime, after all. At least Archer was sent. Not Meat or Royce. Archer was organized. Plus, he could tolerate him more. Archer was like Soap, meanwhile Meat and Royce were so reckless! His head suddenly snapped to Ghost. Lord knows what he’d do if he lost the weapons expert. “Hey. How’d your flight go?” He would ask in a shameless coverup before turning to Archer. Man was sensitive to cold and heat, though, tell you what. “Geez. Ya big baby. Guess we’re goin’ in.” — WHERE YOUR LOVE IS STRONG AND BOLDER