After Control collapsed and Ty had called the Colonel to tell him that stage one had been completed and to bring the stolen, repainted ambulance around the corner to the mansion, Ty had met the ambulance and jumped in as the other "hurt" victim. His head was wrapped so that no one could identify him, while the Lieutenant and the paramedic had quickly brought Control's body to the ambulance, convincing McCall that no one could ride in the ambulance because of a lack of room. The Colonel slammed the back doors shut and jumped into the driver's seat, taking off at breakneck speed toward an altered twin engine Cessna 310 they had brought in for the job. It was located in upper New York, between Troy and Albany which would take them at least a couple of hours to reach. Fortunately, the sirens and horn of the ambulance allowed them to part the tide of cars on the way there.

As soon as Control's body was loaded into the ambulance from the SIS mansion, the doors closed, and the ambulance sped away, the Colonel spat at Simpson to administer the drugs. Eight minutes had already passed since Control's heart had stopped, and he was no good to anyone either as a vegetable or dead. While the paramedic injected the antidote serum into Control's bloodstream via the IV, Ty prepared the adrenaline shot. He squirted a little the pink liquid out of the end of an impressively large needle, letting all the air out of the needle's main tube. Ty brushed aside Control's shirt and plunged the needle with all his strength deep into Control's chest over his heart. Pressing the entire liquid out of the needle, they waited, hoping they had been in time to revive him. The paramedic monitored Control's vital signs, shaking his head. Still flat-lined. The Colonel shouted over his shoulder to use the defibrillator, and the paramedic readied them by spreading a gel over the surface and rubbing them together. He jolted Control's body twice before the weak heart decided to begin pumping again. Ty breathed a sigh of relief.

"Give him a dose of muscle relaxants and sedatives for the flight over," the Lieutenant commanded. The paramedic nodded, hoping his good behavior would allow him to live. He calculated a safe amount of sedatives and injected it into the IV he had prepared in Control's arm. Control's eyes fluttered open a moment before sinking closed again, unaware of what had taken place.

A few hours later, the converted transport plane's engines had been warmed up and the extra fuel was loaded. The Lieutenant shouted at Pograjac that the plane was ready to go. Control had been loaded into the plane, watched over by Ty. The paramedic had been given a dose of sedatives equal to Control's and left in the ambulance. Pograjac felt this was probably enough to keep him silent until the plane had cleared the United States.

After they were over halfway across the Atlantic, Simpson changed into regular clothes while Pograjac and the Lieutenant had changed back to their military uniforms.

"Zebic," Pograjac continued to call Ty by his alias, "you have done well. We had a most successful mission. Your cooperation will be repaid with, if you are lucky, your life."

"What about Tatijana?" Ty's face darkened.

"What about her?"

"I would give my life a thousand times over for her life – and her family's lives. You promised that you wouldn't harm her!"

"We promised nothing, traitor," Pograjac growled back, stepping back to the front of the plane.

Ty noticed that Control's breathing had become a little irregular. Control had, in fact, been conscious for the better part of a half-hour; although he was fighting waves of nausea and sedatives. He forced himself to keep his eyes closed and to regulate his breathing as much as possible; this might be the only chance he would have to get information that could come in useful later. His Russian fluency helped him pick up the gist of the conversation, although he could only get a few words out of every sentence.

Control did not feel as though he was at death's door, considering what had happened, but his heart muscle ached, his body felt drained and tired after the pure adrenaline injection, and he had a pounding migraine. He was intrigued by the recent conversation, his mind filing away the possibilities of what had happened to him. When he finally felt he had enough to strength to crack open his eyelids, he saw Simpson sitting close by, staring at Control's watch. When he glanced at Control's face and saw his eyes open, he realized Control knew he was contemplating what to do about the position transmitter. If the Company had not already activated it, it was certain to be used sometime soon. Control usually did not wear it, but he had it on earlier in the week from examining Company mission sites. He had failed to promptly remove it once he left work, and it could locate him anywhere. He was supposed to wear it all the time, but everyone at the Company knew he hated the damned thing and he rarely wore it. If he didn't want to be find, then a damned watch wasn't going to stop him.

The transmitter had undergone a few changes in recent years. The first model had required an aural telephone dial tone. Now, it worked much more like a transmitting device. Utilizing the extensive US-powered Global Positioning Satellite system, the watch was activated upon request at HQ or by the wearer by an extended push on the time setting button.

Ty swallowed hard and fidgeted with the IV, his heart racing. The paramedic had kindly provided a portable ECG, a device resembling a Holter monitor hooked up to an input device, which told Ty the rhythm and rate of Control's heartbeat. All had seemed normal since the heart had begun beating again in the ambulance. Control's blood pressure was also being monitored, and he had an oxygen mask over his mouth and nose until Ty had slipped it off, wary of oxygen poisoning. He had been monitoring Control's ECG when he had seen the watch. Now, his fingers drifted down Control's left arm from the IV to the watch. Control watched Ty's actions, realizing from Ty's conversation with the other man that the biographic leverage the Serbs were using on Simpson was quite efficient. But instead of removing the watch, Ty pressed the time button and held it in for the required fifteen seconds needed to activate transmission. Control's eyes closed, and he allowed himself to relax and stop fighting the sedatives.

Colonel Pograjac came back out from the front of the plane and stopped Ty from giving Control any more sedatives. "I want him completely awake when we arrive. General Sivincic won't be pleased if he is not ready for a complete questioning session at the time we land."

Ty nodded, already knowing that the Colonel was underestimating Control. The first half of the mission had gone smoothly, but that wasn't any guarantee that they could extract the information they wanted from a seasoned operative. And now, backup was on the way.