Chapter Eleven
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Chapter Eleven
"He's going after the uncle" Hetty stated as she watched the CCTV footage that Sam had seized from the medical centre.
"How will he know where to find him?" Eric asked softly, usually the agents had all of the technology that Ops had to offer to assist them in tracking down suspects- but in this instance Callen was well and truly on his own.
"The same way as he previously tracked terrorists across Russia and the middle east- Mr Callen managed just fine before Ops even existed" Hetty responded. In truth her lead agent was one of the very best undercover agents for exactly that reason. He was dedicated and resilient, but he was also extremely gifted- whether it be in turning himself into anybody that he chose, making massive leaps of logic to solve a case or getting a suspect to crack in interrogation- Callen was the best agent Hetty had ever known, and she had known hundreds of agents during her time in the intelligence services.
"What can we do?" the intelligence tech asked her softly, not liking the feeling of helplessness that was washing over him.
"Be ready if he calls, and if he doesn't keep trying to locate him. Sam will interrogate Bastov and hopefully get some information out of her. Whether he likes it or not Mr Callen is going to be getting as much help from us as we can offer" the ops manager stated resolutely. Eric nodded and turned back to his screen, flicking through traffic cams and security footage. Callen was part of the strange family that the team had become, and no matter how small a part he would play he would do everything he could to help to keep the other man safe.
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Callen moved quickly, he had an hour before the meet and he had to be prepared, he knew that there were two ways for this to end, and he had to do everything in his power to make sure that it reached he ending in his favour, or Sam would be pissed at him beyond the grave. He rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the ache that persisted from the day's tension. He sighed as he checked the cell one more time, finally a reply had come through.
I'll look forward to it.
Callen sighed at the reply, it looked like the game was on, he just had to make sure that he won it.
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"Where is Boris?" Alexa questioned as soon as Sam stepped into the interrogation room of the boat shed.
"Who is Boris?" he asked, confused by her question.
"Your friend! Callen!" she hissed, angry that the man had yet again got the upper hand over her.
"You tell me" Sam stated, sitting opposite her as she spoke, keen to obtain any information that he could from her. He needed to find his friend, and he had to do it before he got himself killed.
"You worry about him?" she questioned, her tone mocking. "He can take care of himself, he kills for a living after all" she responded, her tone scathing and a sneer covering what could be a beautiful face when it wasn't twisted in bitterness.
"He does what he needs to do to keep his country safe" Sam replied in a calming tone.
"What keeps one country safe can destroy another". She replied, not willing to concede anything where her father's murderer was concerned.
"Listen if you value what is left of your family you will tell me where my partner is before he kills them" Sam stated, changing tactics.
"My uncle will kill him before he gets a chance" she told him confidently. "Although he is welcome to try to kill the man that has caused the death of hundreds. I don't care about my uncle, he has made my life hell since your friend murdered my family- so let them kill each other for all I care" she told him before sitting back with her arms folded.
"Your uncle has made your life hell, yet you still do as he tells you? You killed innocent men on his bidding?" Sam pointed out.
"I didn't kill them" she replied petulantly.
"You lured them to their death and that is still murder. You will never see the light of day again. You will rot in prison for what you have done. I am giving you a way out- it's up to you if you take it" he finished, walking out of the room and giving her a chance to mull it over. He sat down and focussed on the screen- Kensi sat beside.
"Do you think she will crack?" she asked softly.
"I'm not sure, she has nothing to lose, but not much to gain either" he replied with a sigh. Damn his partner for yet again going lone wolf on him.
"It's strange that she had no property of her when we collected her" Deeks commented from behind the two agents, Kensi looked at his puzzled.
"That is strange isn't it. She must have had at least a cell phone" she stated softly.
"Callen must have taken it" Sam commented, realising his partner's plan.
"He's using it to lure the others in" Kensi realised.
"We need to get that cell number so Eric can track it" Sam said, thinking how he could go about it when it was apparent that the young woman in their custody had no intention of assisting them in locating their missing friend.
"There must be something we can do to get that number. Let me talk to her" Kensi suggested, keen to get as much information as possible, as quickly as possible.
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Callen checked the clip in his Sig once again, and placed it back in the small of his back, he placed several spare clips of ammunition in his pocket, before turning his attention to his backup piece present in his ankle holster. In his other boot he had his trusty hunting knife, making sure that he had other options should the need arise. He looked again at the cell in his hand, momentarily considering texting Sam to let him know he was okay, but something niggling in the pit of his stomach stopped him from doing so. He couldn't drag the team into this, it was his mess and his alone- he would fix it himself like he always did. He winced as his damaged ribs twinged and his arm ached. He had taken pain killers some time ago, but the remaining pounding in his head proved that his concussion was in full swing. He couldn't let any of that distract him, without any further thought he switched off the cell phone and pulled the battery from the back before slinging it into the bin beside him.
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"Do you know why Agent Callen was undercover all those years ago?" Kensi asked the sullen woman in front of her.
"To serve his own needs I should imagine" Alexa replied, unimpressed with the female agent in front of her.
"This is a photograph of one of the families massacred in a feud between your family and theirs" Kensi stated, taking a big gamble as she handed over the confidential photograph. It was unusual for her to get such a massive insight into her friend's past missions- he was very tight lipped about the things he had seen and done, and having glanced through the file that she held she could understand why. "The children in this photograph were six and three when they were murdered. It was your brother that was responsible- acting on the instruction of your father" she continued. The other woman was silent as she looked at the photograph in front of her. "The situation escalated and caused his in the middle of San Diego" Kensi continued, showing a photograph of a bomb site within the city. "It killed a hundred people, including women and children- and this only served to prevent a rival business from signing a deal on US shores" the junior agent finished. She was merely brushing the surface of the devastation revealed within the file, including details of Callen's injuries sustained during the mission- she hoped she had revealed enough to convince the woman to help them.
"You lie! My father did none of that!" she yelled, getting to her feet and pushing the photographs to the floor.
"I'm sorry Alexa, I know what it is like to discover that you didn't really know your father at all. Yours was a mass murderer, a greedy man that killed others for the sake of lining his own pocket. He died because he set a reign of terror on innocents and someone had to stop him. Agent Callen stopped him for that reason Alexa, and he will stop your uncle too" Kensi reasoned. "What is your cell phone number?" she asked, hoping she had done enough. Alexa looked at her puzzled at the question, before taking a breath. Within minutes the number was with Eric and a trace was being run.
"It's switched off" he stated in frustration.
"Can you remotely turn it on?" Sam asked, desperate for this to provide them with a lead at last.
"No, the battery has been removed" Eric replied with a sigh.
"Damn it G" Sam exclaimed, knowing that his partner must have done it on purpose knowing that they would track him if they could. Hetty was right, his partner really didn't play well with others.
"I am running a search through the message history and I have got something" Eric exclaimed with an excited smile. "A text was sent after Alexa was dropped off at the medical centre. It has to be Callen- it's arranging a meet at the Kodak theatre for 16:00hrs" he told them.
"It's three thirty now!" Sam realised, the words not even leaving his lips before he was running to the armoury to grab as much fire power as possible to stop his partner from doing something very stupid.
End Chapter Eleven
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