. 8

                                    

                                          

"On your knees" Soap and Alejandro pushed Hassan to the ground.
We were in the middle of no where, drove out to a random spot in the desert. It was the best way to keep Hassan unaware of where he was, we had kept him with a bag over his head and locked in a room all of last night.
"Y'all got a clear picture?" Graves spoke in a small laptop propped in front of Hassan, streaming to general Shepard and Laswel.
"Crystal." Shepard replied.
Soap and Alejandro stood near Hassan while Ghost kept his distance. He tended to do that. He stood motionless next to one of the car doors.
I didn't feel the need to get in on the Hassan interrogation, so i sat on the car hood, just trying to get some pressure off of my leg. 
"Alright, we are live folks." Graves walked from the laptop over to Hassan. 
"Do you speak Arabic?" Hassan asked Graves.
"No."
"Farsi?"
"No."
"Course not." Hassan spoke. "Then i'll speak your bastardized medieval english because you are all uneducated street dogs."
He sure knew how to formulate an insult. 
"Ahh see... we're getting off to a bad start here, Hassan." Graves shook his head.
"You are talking a Quds force operator."
"You're the commander of a foreign terror company."
Graves was right. Hassan was just a glorified 
terrorist.
I watched as Hassan and Graves went back and forth for a bit until the missiles were brought up. Right, what we're here for. The mystery missiles he was sending towards the U.S. I was eager to see if he'd actually confess but Laswel brought up an important point, 
"General, killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him is illegal. Right now he is too hot to hold."
Shit, she was right. Mexico wasn't at war with Iran. We had no right to hold this man as a hostage. Fucks sake we had already held him for too long, we had to let him go. The only thing we managed to get off him was his phone, which we got a few hits from. A cell tower in Spain, which linked to a hatchery near the coast. As far as i knew Price and Gaz was headed over to figure it out, i still had work to do in Mexico. 
Alejandro loaded Hassan back into one of the trucks as Soap put away the laptop. I could hear Graves on his walkie as he got the car ready so we could get rid of Hassan.
I slid off the hood of the car and walked to the side door, which was already opened by Ghost, whom was standing next to it. 
"You're opening doors for me now?" I teased.
I slid into the car as Ghost got in next to me. Graves and Soap was taking Hassan while me Ghost, and Alejandro took the other car. 
Ghost shut the car door as he got inside. His thigh brushed against mine as i was still trying to shuffle to the seat on the other side. I glanced at Ghost when i sat down and saw him looking at me already, he gaze went to my thigh for a split second before looking away from me completely. What was he thinking? 
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"La casa de Sin Nombre?" Soap asked.
"No. One of his Lugartenientes." Alejandro replied.
"A cartel Lieutenant." Me and Soap said at the time. I've managed to pick up some spanish while in Mexico. 
"Nice. You're both learning." Alejandro looked to me and Soap.