The 355

by greygoose70

There are weapons of destruction, there are weapons classified as mass destruction and then there are weapons of total destruction. This is the story of latter and the group trying to stop it. DISCLAIMER: I own nothing pertaining to the show, those that wrote it, produced it or the network that showed it. AN: 17 chapters and is complete with a surprised ending.

8. Chapter 8

Title: The 355

By: greygoose70

Chapter 8

"She's going after a government," he stated emphatically.

"Which one? One of them asked.

"I can think of three just off the top of my head. The current Bosnia-Herzegovina, the United Kingdom and the United States."

"Why just them three," Jordan questioned.

"The U.K. and the U.S. because they were the primary negotiators and designers of the General Framework Agreement that both Bosnia and Herzegovina signed as well as Croatia and the Republic of Yugoslavia, at least what there was of it which was a country in name only," Rick explained.

"So, if we concentrate on those three governments, we're looking at Sarajevo, London or Washington DC," Emily asserted. "So, which one is your best guess?"

"DC," he responded.

"Why DC," Kate asked.

"Because it was our delegates that wrote the actual 'Agreement'. They snuck in a couple of conditions that were never negotiated and evidently the signers never caught them. Adams and Jefferson did the same thing when they penned 'The Constitution'."

"So, we're going back to DC," Terri iterated posing it more like a statement than a question.

"Not yet I want to see if Ilsa finds out anything new on her trip to Podgorica."

Early morning, Sarajevo

A blond Ilsa Ferguson in black horn-rimmed glasses stepped out of her hotel dressed in a blue pants-suit and wearing a black trench coat into a waiting car. She was pretty sure she had picked up a tail yesterday after meeting with her contact, thus the need for a change in appearance. Today she was Rene Gravic, sales rep for L'Oréal Paris. As the driver drove to her first stop she continued to powder her nose but in reality she was keeping watch on the traffic behind her. In particular looking for the gray Golf2 that she spotted the day before.

When the driver pulled up to the front entrance to Robot Rajlovac, a small exclusive shopping mall, she instructed him to wait then got out and casually scanned the area before heading inside. Thirty minutes later she came back out gave him her next location the BBT Centar, a much larger shopping complex. Upon arrival she paid him saying that was all for today, went in to one of her favorite stores made a purchase, located the changing rooms and came out as red headed Anita Markovic clad in tan slacks, a vermillion colored sweater and a tan overcoat. She then walked the three blocks to the Hertz Rental agency, rented a car and drove off.

Four and a half hours later she pulled her silver Camry into the parking lot of the Boscovich Boutique Hotel in downtown Podgorica. She chose this hotel because her contact indicated members of the Ring would sometimes visit its taproom after work so after checking in and finding her room she opted to get some rest before heading there.

The Boutique Lounge

At 3:58 in the afternoon Anita walked into the hotels lounge, took a seat in a booth where she could watch the entire room. So far there are two others here besides herself, both men seated at the bar conversing with the bartender. Once he saw her he came over to take her drink order. "Scotch, double with ice," she told him. A minute later he returned, set her drink down on a coaster along with a small bowl of peanuts asking "if she needed anything else." She replied "no and to just charge the drink to her room."

It was twenty minutes before anyone else came in, a group of three women, one older with slightly graying hair the other two maybe a few years younger. She discreetly took a picture of them with her cell phone. They took a booth two down from hers. She could make out what they said when placing their drink order but when the bartender left they spoke in hushed tones so it was harder for her to hear. She gazed around searching for the restrooms seeing she would need to pass by their booth to get to them. Sliding out she made her way toward the restrooms keeping a reasonable distance between herself and their booth when passing it. On her return trip ten minutes later she stuck a small hairpin type mic in the booth adjacent to theirs. Better she thought not perfect but better as their conversation began coming through her earbud.

"How soon before the device gets there, Grandma," she hear one of the women say. "The ship lands in two days," another one replies, Anita assumed that was the older woman. "And then," the other one asked? "That will depend on how soon Carisa can get there to safely plant it. But enough of this talk I will let you know when it is in place; now let us go Patryk is home waiting for me to fix him some dinner."

Anita watched as the three left, finished her drink then signaled the bartender for another. An hour later she retrieved the mic she planted and went to her room to make a very private phone call.

Goolsby's Tavern

Rick felt his phone vibrate, retrieved it from his pocket and noticed a text. He didn't recognize the number that sent it but opened it anyway. "What does it say Rick?" "Is it from Ilsa?" Kate and Emily asked in quick succession. He just passed the phone to Kate who then read it to the others. "Believe device is going to US. Will be back late tomorrow."

TBC