Harry is in the back seat of the Lexus just five minutes from Heathrow Airport. His phone rings.
"Harry Pearce," he says.
"Harry, Jim here. I've got it all worked out with the FBI. There will be two agents that will meet your Adam Carter upon his arrival at the airport. They will all then head to the US Coast Guard station and meet with other US Customs inspectors and New York City police about how to proceed with the seizure and warrants," says Coaver.
"Ok," says Harry.
"When the vessel arrives, we'll secure the situation. We'll make sure your officer is ok. And again as you stressed, will not blow her cover. Then we'll pull the bad guys off the boat before the other passengers can even blink an eye," says Coaver.
"Alright Jim, I'll have Carter reach out to you shortly with his flight plans. I'll see him in about 10 minutes. Thank you." Harry hangs up. He scrunches his eyes and twists his mouth. Something is not right here Harry thinks. Coaver is being too congenial.
Jim Coaver is standing in an airline hanger with 3 other men as he hangs up his phone.
"Ok boys," he says. "We've got 1 hour to get to New York. We'll rendezvous with the Coast Guard who will bring us out to the ship. We board her at sea and do our seizure and arrests out there. We're not going to wait for something to go wrong here with 70,000 tons of steel slowly floating into the harbor. We have to strike now."
Coaver and the three men leave the hangar and board an awaiting helicopter.