Paris 10:15 a.m.
"I'm not really concerned about Dalton's team." Hampton's words and actions were calm and in control.
"You only say that because you haven't managed to get them to do whatever you want." Yvette smiled, "Dalton is not easy to read. Or predict."
Hampton shrugged.
"You are going to have a hard time grabbing Jaz."
"But it's workable." He gave no information in his reply.
They sat in silence a moment as Yvette watched the American sitting across from her, "You must be so proud that you can convince Americans to become traitors to their country."
Hampton smiled, "You mean Paul."
She nodded.
Patricia looked around the room, "Who is Paul?"
"He was easy." Hampton shrugged, "Wave a red, white and blue flag in front of him and he's sold on whatever I say the job is."
"I bet he had no idea his actions were unsanctioned." Yvette replied, "Who did you tell him they were…assassins? Spies? Maybe you just simply called them traitors."
Hampton set back in his chair and smiled, "You're not the only one with good manipulation skills."
"If he had known his targets were US military there would be no way he would have killed them. And if he found out afterwards, he would have turned on you pretty fast."
"And that's why he's no longer around."
"So you murdered him." It sounded like a statement but Yvette's expression was impossible to read.
No obvious tells, great control on her expressions and movements. Dalton realized as he watched the scene. Her undercover skills are solid.
"Murder is such a harsh term." Hampton crossed his arms.
"You don't like survivors."
"No, I don't." Hampton sighed.
"Why my family?" Yvette had to ask.
"You came after me. Family is one of the easier pressure points." Hampton admitted as he now got to the point, "I know you found proof of my teams. I want everything you found."
"Every country has black ops, why do you think you are different?" Yvette evaded.
"You know exactly why."
"Unofficial hits are not unheard of either." She argued.
"But killing Americans—especially decorated military members—is definitely frowned on." Hampton revealed.
"Is that a confession?" Yvette responded.
The man laughed, "Not like you will be able to do anything with it."
Patricia rubbed her head. This was not good.
"You've been investigating me for years. But not officially. You didn't know who you could trust so you kept this close to the chest. I want all your info." He repeated.
"You think I believe that you will give me my daughter at some future point if I produce that information now?" She shook her head, "I'm not that naive."
Hampton looked past Yvonne. Dalton followed his glance. There was a man entering the area holding the hand of a little girl who walked alongside him. His bearing screamed military and the contrast with the young child next to him was jarring.
Amir saw them too, "That's got to be Amanda."
Preach took note of the man, "Tan jacket, kakis and sunglasses by the nut vendor on the south side, holding a little girl's hand. Girl looks to be 2 or 3."
Noah and Hannah scanned the camera feeds from the square to locate the individual. "Got him."
Patricia took a look. "That is one of the guys from the airport."
"You are right. He was with Amanda and Jennifer at the London airport." Noah had the photos up on a separate computer screen within a few seconds.
"Incentive." Hampton gestured.
Yvette turned to see what Hampton was pointing at. She started to stand.
"Not yet." Hampton leaned forward to stop her from moving, "The evidence."
"Patricia, I've got a name!" Hannah pulled up a matching photo of the man currently on scene with Yvette's daughter Amanda, "Edward Marchon."
"Who is he?"
"Los Angeles driver's license." She noted.
"But the address is fake." Noah had checked the map, "Must be a fake ID."
"Great." Deflated, Hannah dropped her head but went back to the facial recognition search, "This guy has to have a real ID somewhere."
Yvette revealed a USB drive in her hand and held it up, "This is everything."
"Did you really not tell Patricia the truth?" Hampton leaned back watching her reaction, "Not even a hint?"
The American's froze. Noah glanced his boss. She was staring at the camera feeds.
"I am not about to risk my daughter's life to get on the good side of an American Intelligence Officer." Yvette responded smoothly.
"Career intelligence officer, I'm sure she could have made it worth your time."
"I am not interested in defecting and that is all you American's think about."
"I thought that truth was worth the risk." Hampton baited her.
"You want me to tell her that you killed her son? She wouldn't believe me." She shook her head.
Everyone in the room was stunned at the news and looked at Patricia. Her face was blank and stoic. Hannah wasn't sure what to do.
"Patricia, you good?" Dalton wondered about his boss from Paris
"Fine."
He could hear the bite in her voice. What was going on?
"That's probably true." Hampton reached out his hand to take what she offered. Yvette slid the small flash drive across the table.
Hampton picked it up, "Password?"
"Bring her closer."
"That's not happening."
"Why should I help you? Your sniper has a great shot of me." Yvette argued.
"Umm, I'm behind her, there's no way she spotted me." Jaz told the guys over their coms.
"That means Hampton's got a sniper!" McG realized.
"Must be facing her if she can see it," Amir suggested, "Preach that would be the buildings you can see."
"I've got a third-floor window open." Preach noticed.
"Where?" Dalton turned.
"Hotel behind Hampton to the north."
Dalton noticed the window and started moving, "On my way."
"Password." Hampton's eyes narrowed at the foreign woman.
"Daughter." She responded simply.
Hampton gestured the man toward him. They walked out of the overhang by the shops into the open closer to the table but still too far for Yvette to reach them. Hampton raised his hand and the man stopped, "Password."
"One Amanda seven two three." Yvette met the American's gaze.
Hampton rubbed the drive between his fingers, "Capitals?"
"Both A's." Yvette focused on not revealing her emotions. The sniper would be waiting on Hampton's signal, but then she would be shot. With her dead, she had no idea what they would do to Amanda.
She kept her expression neutral. Hampton stared intently at her as the seconds passed.
Yvette's life often depended on reading people in pressure situation. In his history as field ops director, Hampton was good, but he had been an administrator for several years. As a current field agent, she had a practical advantage over the supervisor. It was slight, but that was all she had right now and she held tight to it. Yvette watched his expression and saw trace of a smile around his eyes. He believed her. His fingers made a small jerk, but she knew it was a signal for the sniper.
She jumped out of her chair. But the ordered bullet was on its way and impacted her body. The force tumbled her to the ground, knocking over her chair as she fell.
Patricia saw her crumple over the video feeds and gave an order, "Jaz, take Hampton."
A second sniper bullet, this time from Jaz, took out the American traitor.
Amir saw the man with Amanda take a step closer to where Yvette lay.
People, noticing the commotion and blood from Hampton, started screaming and fleeing the area.
Yvette struggled to her feet, moving toward her daughter. Amanda now saw her family member and reached out for her, but the man yanked her back while pulling out a weapon.
"Jaz!" Amir knew he couldn't reach them in time.
The American re-adjusted her sight for the new target but before she could aim, Yvette produced a gun and shot the man next to her daughter.
