Paris, France: 4:30 pm local time
The blond hair and blue eyes of the leader Dalton was a giveaway in Middle Eastern countries, but here in Europe, he blended in. The five special operations individuals headed to the rendezvous.
"The café is on the next street." Jaz was following the map on her phone.
"McG pull into that parking spot." Top directed. McG parked easily and the group slid out of the vehicle.
"Preach, stay here." Dalton wanted to keep their options open, "McG stay with him."
The remaining three approached the café on foot. Rounding the corner and clearing the buildings Amir saw Yvette first. She was reading a book. "Table on the right side of the building." Amir directed their attention. Dalton saw their contact and raised a hand. The movement caught her eye and she noticed the American. He gestured to the side of the shop. She nodded in reply. Dalton led his team to the side of the café.
Yvette was right behind them, "Bonsoir, I am Yvette Dubois…." She offered her hand in greeting to Dalton but as her eyes saw the others, she reacted to Amir, "Why is…."
"Amir Al-Raisani, US intelligence." He preempted her questions.
She looked confused and eyes narrowed, stepping back, smoothly put distance between them, "You are a terrorist."
"I was undercover." Amir told her, "I'm with American Intelligence."
"Undercover…" She looked away, mumbling something in French before switching to English, "I will have to yell at my bosses for not telling me."
"They might not have known." Amir suggested.
"Oh, they knew." Yvette raised her eyebrows, "It was stupid not to tell me."
"Adam Dalton," He offered his hand. The foreign operative shook it, "Yvette Dubois."
"Jaz Khan and Amir Al-Raisani." Dalton finished the introductions. Yvette nodded politely.
"How can we help you?"
"The kidnapping was in London, why would they come here?" Yvette asked.
"If they are after you, they should show up here." Jaz pointed out.
"That's an assumption." She glanced over to the woman, "A good one, but still an assumption."
"Why did you call Director Hampton?" Amir asked.
"He didn't tell you?" She wondered. When no one responded, she continued, "We have a history."
"We don't usually work for the director so this is a bit new for us." Amir added.
"You don't trust him? Your own Director?" Yvette's eyes narrowed.
"But we trust our Unit director and she sent us here."
"Hmm," Yvette observed, "That's a difficult way to work."
"It is hard for us to trust you, considering we thought you were a terrorist." Dalton reminded her.
Yvette narrowed her eyes, "The only person who thought that was Hamid…"
"Amir." He corrected her.
"And we trust him." Jaz pointed out, "WE don't trust you."
Yvette raised her eyebrow, "You showed up with a compromised agent and a man I thought was a terrorist and you think I instantly trust you?"
"Compromised agent?" Jaz looked at the guys.
"You were arrested in Tehran and claimed to be French. French Intelligence noticed." Yvette pointed out.
Dalton stepped up, "We can either keep arguing about how neither of us trusts eachother or we can work together and hopefully find your sister and niece."
She considered the words, "And it's just the three of you?"
"We have a couple more." Dalton volunteered.
"And where are they?" Yvette asked.
"With the car."
"I have a safe house not too far away. We can regroup there."
