Ghost: The recipe says we need American garlic Raven: I only brought these from Nik’s place Ghost: So those are Russian garlic? Raven: Idk... Ghost: Well, what do we do now? Raven: Can we call Price? Ghost: No, we already did that trying to differentiate jam and purée Raven: ...right
Both of them stares at the bowl of garlic in silence
Ghost: If we sing the American national anthem to the garlic, do you think it’ll become American? Raven: Ghost: Raven: I don’t know how to sing their anthem Ghost: Neither do I Raven:
Ghost, slowly takes out his phone Raven: What are you doing? Ghost: Calling someone. Presses a contact. Raven: Who—wait, how do you have Alex’s number? Ghost: I don’t. Raven: Then who did you just call— Ghost: His emergency line
Alex, with gunfire and explosions in the background: A LITTLE BUSY RIGHT NOW, BIG GUY! Ghost: Alex, sing the U.S. national anthem for us. Alex: WHAT?! You want me to SIN— line cuts off Ghost: Raven:
Raven: What the hell- what if he was in danger?! Ghost: But we need to eat. Raven: …how did they let you into the SAS? Ghost: Scrolls his phone and grimace. That left one American… Raven: Ghost: Raven: I’d rather starve.