Brenda was asleep. Fritz had already gone to work. Brenda had the day off. The house phone rang.

"Hello."

"Get out."

"Who are you?"

"Just get out. You don't have a lot of time." The caller hung up. Brenda grabbed her gun and holster and threw on a pair of pants. She looked out her window and didn't see anyone. She went out when she got a phone call. Just in case, she grabbed her shoes and her cell phone. She threw Joel in his carrier and drove out of there.

She hadn't gotten a call like this in a long time, but she prepared for the worst.

Five minutes later, armed gunman stormed the place. They searched every room to find an empty apartment. They looked for a laptop but Fritz had his, and Brenda's was at work.

Brenda couldn't go to her office. If there were bad guys coming for her, that is the first place they would look. She thought Elaine might be able to help. She called her from a pay phone.

Elaine had gone back to the CIA after Brenda found the mole. She answered the phone.

"Hello."

"It's me, Brenda."

"Long time since I heard your voice. What's going on?"

"I just got this phone call telling me to leave my house. Do you know if there's any chatter in the company?"

"I haven't heard anything. Should I get going too?"

"I don't know yet. Be careful."

Brenda went to buy a throw phone. She paid cash and left briskly. She got in her car and called Andrew.

He answered, "Who is this?"

"Gwen."

"Gwen?" He thought for a minute. "Oh you. I take it you got my message."

"What's going on?"

"Remember Potovsky?" He was a Russian bomb-maker. He had a team who would help him by doing his dirty work. Brenda was investigating them with the Agency. He got arrested; the rest were killed in an explosion.

"What about him?"

"He escaped from prison."

"How?"

"He paid millions of dollars to have armed gunman be there when he was to be transported. They took out the officers surrounding him. and he made off."

"How long as he been missing?"

"About a week"

"About? Why am I just finding out now?"

"The Russians haven't admitted that they lost him. He might have had inside help. We only found out through intelligence. You and your former team need to be careful."

"Where do I go? I can't go home or to work. What about my husband?"

"We can send a liaison officer to bring him up to speed. You need to lie low."

Brenda turned off her cell phone and pulled out the battery. She found a cheap motel that took cash and asked for no names or anything. She rented a room and smuggled Joel upstairs. She didn't have a lot of cash. She couldn't go to the ATM. She was in a jam.

Washington, DC

Caitlin and Taylor were waiting for an informant to arrive. Taylor noticed the same car circling the block. She signaled Caitlin. They both looked for nearby cover. They saw concrete pillars and when the car came back they moved behind them. Gunshots rang out. These guys had semis and they meant business. They shot up the scene. The two women were shielded from the violence. When the shots stopped and the car squealed away. Taylor looked up. She chased down the car, gun drawn but it was gone.

"So much for our informant," Caitlin said. "We need to call this in."

Marshall and Damien were in the office. Damien picked up the phone. "They tried to what?" We're on our way. Marshal and Damien picked them up in an armored van and drove them back to the agency. Caitlin's boss was waiting for them. He told them that this was personal.

Potovsky escaped and all of them were in danger, except Damien. He wasn't on the team when it all went down. "I go where they go," Damien said.

"Fine. You all need to lie low until we figure this out."

Taylor sighed. She hated protective custody. It sucked balls.

Once boss was gone, the four regrouped. "This sucks major ass. I'm sick of hiding at home while a bunch of other agents try and watch over us."

"Do we have a choice?" Damien asked.

"We always have a choice," Marshall answered.

"We can stand up and fight, find his men, get there first and take him DOWN!"

The group all looked at each other in agreement.

"One thing first," said Marshall.

"We have to find our leader, before the Russians do."