Kostmayer and Control waited patiently on either side of the doorway in the dark holding room. As Mickey predicted, they heard the footsteps of the two men that were to check in on them. Both Control and Kostmayer stiffened at the sound of the door being unlocked. They had to move swiftly.

As the door swung open, Kostmayer grabbed one man around the neck and gave a quick and sharp twist. The man went limp in his arms. He watched Control dispatch his man with a fast upper cut of his palm under the man's nose - an ancient method of killing someone by breaking his nose sending shards of bone into his brain. The man staggered briefly then slumped to the floor.

Mickey motion to keep quiet and search for guns, keys and papers. Both men were searched and Kostmayer motion for Control to follow him through the door. Mickey waited for Control then closed the door and locked it with the key in his hand. He looked around before stuffing the key under the door.

Control was somewhat familiar with the hallway and where people where stationed. He'd been dragged through it for the last few months - both cognizant and not. As the two fugitives made their way along the corridor, Control held out his arm to stop Mickey. He motioned for them to listen. Control knew some Russian so he stained to hear what the two men were saying while standing at the water cooler. Control smiled and nodded for Mickey to follow along. Mickey thought that Control had finally lost his mind as they stepped out into the hallway. Both Russian men looked over and waved. Control waved back and started to walk down another hall when one of the men called after him. Control muttered, "Shit." Quickly he smiled and nudged Mickey to follow his lead. He walked over to the two men.

"How's your day going?" Control asked in his best Russian.

One of the men nodded then shrugged, "Nothing to complain about. Except I wish I was at home with my family."

Control nodded in agreement and Mickey copied.

"I still can't get over how much you two look like the real ones!" scoffed the other man.

Control cooly shrugged, "We've got the best plastic surgeons in the world!" Control laughed.

"Say, why do you both look so bet up?" the other man asked.

Mickey rolled his eyes, how was Control going to get out of this one, he wondered. And without missing a beat, "The young one here fancied some late night action last night. That's why we're here..." he cuffed Mickey.

Both men nodded and smiled, "See you later. We're on guard duty now..." they turned and left. Control spotted the door to the parking lot and after the coast was clear, they made a hasty retreat to find a car and get back into the city as quickly as possible.

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Pete couldn't decipher anything more from the pages in the folder. She closed the file.

McCall watched her and then moved next to her and took a chair, and sat down, "Why did you choose the ninth word?" His hazel eyes were locked on to her dark brown eyes. She didn't want to say at first, but after gathering her thoughts and hoping Robert would take the information well she spoke, "I used the number of letters in Harley's name..."

"Harley Gage. Nine letters. KGB and Underground Russian Nationalists?" He looked up to Jimmy. "Good Lord..it's making sense now...Cobal didn't died and Harley was forced out of the Company by Control. I bet even jason doesn't know what's going on!" McCall stood.

"I wouldn't be surprised about that..." Jimmy said dryly.

"Now more than ever we have to find those two men that look like Mickey and Control. We have to use everyone we can think of..."

Pete and Jimmy looked at each other. They were sure of what Mccall wanted, but was he going about it in the best way?