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“Already on it,” Mouse said.

Ghost had forgotten Mouse was still listening through their earpieces. “Can you trace it?”

“Give me a minute,” Mouse said.

Ghost looked at Razor. “Start talking.”

“Fuck you,” Razor spat.

Ghost raised his gun, and Angel stepped forward. “No.” He looked at her. She wasn't stopping him to protect Razor. He could see that. She stopped him because she wanted answers. Angel crouched in front of the Nomad Knights president. “Who was that?” Razor looked away. “Look at me.” He didn't, and Angel grabbed his face. Ghost's eyebrows rose, and Hammer looked pretty damned impressed. “Who was that?”

Razor finally looked at her. “You don't want to know.”

Angel laughed bitterly. “You people really need to stop telling me what I want.”

“Angel—” he started.

“Give me a name,” she shouted to his face. Razor stayed silent, and Angel stood. “Ghost.”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“If he doesn't answer me in five seconds, shoot him,” she ordered.

Ghost smiled. “Gladly.”

Razor stared at her. “You wouldn't.”

“One,” Angel said.

“Angel,” Razor warned.

“Two,” she said.

Razor looked at Ghost, and Ghost thumbed back the hammer. “She's serious.”

“Three,” she shouted.

“Goddamn it,” Razor yelled.

“Four,” Angel quickly said.

“Fine!” Razor shouted. Angel stopped counting, and Razor's breathing was heavy.

“Who?” she asked.

“I don't know his real name,” Razor said.

Ghost rolled his eyes. “Can I shoot him?” he asked.

“Wait,” she ordered.

Razor continued. “We called him Bishop.”

Angel frowned. “Who is Bishop?” she asked.

“He was one of your mother's contacts,” Razor said.

Crow cursed, and everyone looked at him. “You know him?” Ghost asked.