"I don't have a shot" the words spewed from her mouth breathlessly. "Top, I don't have a shot." Her and Amir were still too far away. She always had the shot. Used to being put in the position to always have it when they really needed it. Sometimes it was hard to be miles away from the action and the team but right now she would happily take overwatch if it meant she could have a scope and a line on this guy

Unfortunately that hadn't been an option. In fact this entire mission had been outside her comfort zone and far from her preferred play book. Working off human Intel and following amir's lead, the fluid situation had kept evolving until they had ended up here. In a less than ideal situation on a tight timeframe and in a building with no sightlines with a unknown suicide bomber. Just perfect.

By the time they had identified the second bomber he was already in motion. Spurred by the boy's hesitation he had revealed himself. Amir's keen eyes detecting his abnormal movements against the regular buzz of patrons and vendors at the market. But when he turned back to his stall he had made them. Increasing the speed of his movements as he reached under the truck, unwavering in his resolve to carry out his part of the plan.

Her brain was quickly doing the calculations. They would be too late. Pushing through the crowd trying to close out the last couple feet, Amir and her would be just in time to have a front row seat for the explosion that would kill them all.

But suddenly she caught the sound of the silenced gunshot, hidden amongst the ambient noise only audible to trained ears. The terrorist jerked and spun as Dalton came out of nowhere, following his shots and catching the man as he went limp. Relief flooded her, skidding to a stop near him and surveying the scene for anyone else who might pose a threat.

"Here, break that down" Top handed her his gun as he worked on the detonator. She began dismantling the silencer, spinning it rapidly until it came off, scanning their surroundings to see if anyone noticed their actions. But everyone was focused on their fresh produce and smelly cheese and thankfully not on Amir dragging the body deeper into the shadows of the stall.

"French police are pulling in" McG's voice came through the coms sounding the warning as he and Preach exited the scene.

"Alright, thats it. Triggers disabled. Targets Down. We're out of here." Dalton lead the way out as they distanced themselves from the stall. Trying to blend into the crowd as the police finally arrived on scene. Just a few minutes too late the French officers headed straight to the back stall presumably alerted by the DIA now that they couldn't blow the operation again. They would find the american handiwork, bomber dead, trigger disabled, perfectly wrapped like a Christmas present ready to be claimed as their own.

As they headed out into the morning air she blinked eyes squinting against the sudden assault of sunlight and bright carnival colours. Across the parking lot she saw police surrounding Asim who knelt with his hands in the air. Her attention was drawn back when she felt Amir stiffen under her arm. Following his gaze she saw the boy was staring right at them and mouthing apologies to "Hamid Khedani". Police officers were starting to scan the crowd in their direction. She turned to pull Amir further away and follow after Dalton when she felt Amir unlink arms. Almost instantaneously she was shoved forwards and her foot was swept out from beneath her. She went down hard, skidding on the gravel cursing as it dug into her palms. "Amir what the hell!" turning to glare at him but he was no longer next to her. A stranger tried to help her up but she shook his arm off and stood on her own looking in confusion to where Amir stood now a few meters away. He looked over apologetically before his face hardened and he turned back to face the swarm of French police officers who were converging on him with guns drawn.

"Arrêtez!"

"Les mains en l'air!"

"À terre!"

A cacophony of French commands rang out, officers quickly surrounding him. She was pushed further away as the crowd distanced itself from the altercation unsure how dangerous it was. Jaz struggled, pushing against the tide trying to get back to Amir's side to help explain, eyes scanning the crowd to see where Dalton had gotten too. She keyed her comm "Top we have a problem" while still trying to break through the bodies fleeing the scene.

Amir's face shifted, taking on new characteristics and mannerisms as sudden and as stark as if someone flipped a switch. He began shouting profanities in Arabic, praising Allah and proclaiming that their work here was not done and could not be stopped. The police didn't hesitate tackling him to the ground with excessive force, piling multiple officers on top of his slight frame as he struggled and thrashed beneath their hold. She winced when an officer drew back and drove amir's face hard into the ground, his head bounced at the impact stunning his movements for a few seconds

Fueled by a surprising amount of anger at seeing her newest teammate struggling beneath the brutality she surged forward past the onlookers determined to put a stop to it. As she broke through the front row Amir caught her eye panic crossing his face for the first time. He shook his head frantically and it was enough to freeze her in his tracks confused and unsure what he was trying to convey.

A small tug at her sleeve announced Dalton's arrival. He caught her arm ensuring she didn't advance towards Amir. Eyes surveying the scene and quickly evaluating. The gendarmes hauled Amir to his feet arms wrenched behind him in cuffs and began to walk him away. Their prisoner continued to buck against their hold, thrashing and yelling, even as more force and more blows were applied.

"Why doesn't he just relax? We can explain it to them. They know we are here. It's just a mistake like when they arrested Preach and McG." Jaz muttered incredulously.

"They aren't arresting Amir, they're arresting Hamid Khedani... and Hamid has a reputation to protect" Dalton's face was grim, watching as Amir was manhandled none to gently into the back of a police van. The door slammed shut and they lost visual on their teammate as the van and several police escorts peeled out of the lot.

Dalton sighed, rubbing a hand over his face and beard. He switched on his com, regretting for what felt like the thousandth time this mission that Amir wasn't wearing one.

"Command we have a situation"