Talen Braizeworth stared at the phone contact. When he had finished his training, Ethan Hunt had given him a number to call.
"In case the mission is too much, because ninety percent of the time, your first mission is too much,"
Ethan had said.
Talen cracked his neck and continued to contemplate the decision before him. Option one, admit he's in way over his head and there is no way he could find Solomon Lane in the whole world. Or, option two, go off on his own and try to find answers and clues by himself.
"Who am I kidding," Talen muttered and tapped the contact.
"Hey kid, what do you need?" The familiar voice of Ethan Hunt greeted him.
"I got a mission, and I need your help," Talen replied.
"Where are you now?"
"Washington D.C."
"Well, I'm in London now, finishing some work. You can tell me about when I land."
"It's a deal. See you in a few."
Click.
Talen smiled. He had made the right call. He and Ethan could figure this out.