Council Headquarters, Chairman's Office.
Price stormed out of the office, while Pence yelled inside, "If you want to destroy yourself, don't drag us all down with you!"
Price walked to the corner of the corridor, where Leng Kai and Wang Mingxue, their arms bandaged and in splints, their faces also wrapped in gauze, were standing with Soap, Gates, and Ghost, waiting.
"What's the word?" Leng Kai asked.
Price didn't speak, and everyone knew it wasn't the place for such discussions, so they each went their separate ways.
As night fell, at a backstreet underground bar, Leng Kai and Wang Mingxue were searched by the bouncer at the door, then led through the common area into a small room inside.
Price and the others had arrived earlier, but hadn't started their first round of drinks yet. True to his word, Ghost wore a black skull mask.
This was Price's place, the owner owed him his life, and it was absolutely safe to discuss sensitive topics here.
