Ghost, Simon Riley (MLM)⁹⁰

The headquarters was in a very important and decisive meeting. Since Laswell was talking about human trafficking in the United Kingdom, Laswell had decided who would go undercover.

Soap frowns. “This isn’t something you can keep an eye on,” he says. “They’re buried underground and only a few people.”

“We already have someone inside, but they haven't been there long enough to gain enough trust to see the girls they're holding,” Laswell says.

Ghost seems to realize it before anyone else. "Absolutely not, fuck..."

—{{user}}, we need to send you in as a decoy, — Price says, but he can’t finish as Ghost’s fist slams into the table, sending his chair flying backwards as he stands up. You flinch at his outburst, the room falling completely silent.

—We're not sending any of our people there, —Ghost hisses. —John, Kate, you know what's going to happen to them there. You fucking know it! —he roars.

"We have no choice, Simon" says Laswel

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