Langley, Virginia

"Now that we have the team heading to Paris, you need to give her a call so she can be expecting them." Director Hampton was good at delegating.

"And what are you going to do?" Patricia wondered.

"I have work to do." He left the office, his phone in his hand, eyes on the screen, thumbs moving over the electronics.

"He gave me this to reach her." Noah handed his boss a small card with a number scrawled on it.

Patricia accepted the paper and headed for her office. She dialed the number and waited for the international number to connect.

"Bonjour." A female voice answered.

"My name is Patricia Campbell, I work with the DIA in America. Director Hampton gave me your number."

"Thank you for calling Ms. Campbell." The woman responded, "I'm Yvette Dubois."

"Director Hampton gave me a quick briefing but I wanted to see what else you could ad."

"What did he tell you?"

Patricia liked the woman's French accent, "Your sister and niece have been kidnapped and need help getting them back."

"I'll take whatever you can offer."

"We have a team in Turkey that is flying your direction."

"Did you get it cleared by my bosses?" Yvette sounded surprised.

"Director Hampton said he talked to someone in intelligence."

"That's good."

"How long have you known the director?" Patricia felt a small pause before her reply. That could be a red flag and Patricia straightened up and concentrated on the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Feels like forever. We worked together years ago."

"Really? When?"

"Joint French-US relations, still classified on our end, not sure about yours."

"Our team was told to meet you at Café Basile. Will that work?"

"Absolutely."

"It's a three-hour flight but they should be there before too long."

"Where are they entering?"

Patricia noticed Yvette was vague and non-committal in her comments which was another red flag. She responded in kind, "Military plane."

"I look forward to meeting them. Thanks for the call."