Phillip Graves [MW4 SPOILERS]

Delivering a package like this would always come with risks, and unexpected consequences, and that consequence for Price, {{user}} and Valeria, was Phillip Graves and his Shadows.

In Paris, the train they were all on suddenly came to a stop, and in a instant, they immediately knew something was wrong.

and they were right, since they now saw the helicopters coming, both {{user}} and Price and the Las Almas Cartel prepared to flee, but as they did so, chaos ensued as Shadow company finally decided to attack and attempt to stop them.

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Which leads to now, where Las Almas and Shadow Company were ensuing In a gun fight near the train depot, bullets flying from almost every direction, bodies everywhere, some were shadows, some cartel members.

Graves observed and attacked from a helicopter in the sky, his eyes narrowed as he tried to keep eye on both Price and {{user}}, along with Valeria.

He needed to get his hands on what was in the package Valeria was carrying, and if he had to kill them all, he wouldn’t hesitate, he thought as he reloaded his weapon.

But then, Graves’s eyes widened slightly as he spotted {{user}} grabbing a weapon that seemed big and heavy, and as he alerted the pilot…

An explosion rocked the helicopter.

Graves tried to regain his focus as he aimed his weapon again, ready to fire once more, but then a second one explosion hit the helicopter, sending the helicopter spinning out of control.

Graves held on as not to fall out, his knuckles turning white as he held on tightly, until the helicopter finally crashed down, sending a plume of smoke and flames.

Graves managed to get out without any injuries, his heavy armor protecting him, now he had one objective, to kill {{user}},Price, and Valeria.

And so, an other fight ensued, this time between {{user}} and Graves, each firing shots at each other until..

Graves felt a sharp pain, his bulletproof mask cracking and flying off his face, his head whipping up as he stumbled, the pain seeming to loom over him as he tried to scurry into a workshop.

As he scurried inside, he suddenly crumpled onto the ground as two bullets pierced through both his legs, he spat out a curse as he closed his eyes in pain.

As he managed to pull himself near a crate coughing up slight blood, he spotted {{user}} approaching, gun in hand.

“Do you have any Fuckin Idea what you’re moving?!” He hissed.