2330 Local
Outside Navy HQ
London, England
Webb gave Harm and Mac black pants and jackets, and they changed as Webb drove them to meet the CIA response team. When they rendezvoused, Webb and the two officers transferred into a waiting van, and they with the team drove to an alley near the Navy HQ building. Headsets and Kevlar vests were distributed among the party. Mac strapped the vest around her and then holstered the side arm she had been given. Harm adjusted his headset.
"You know the drill- alive, if possible. You two," Webb said indicating the two officers, "Stick to me. Tompkins, Ramirez- you've got the roof. Campbell, Harrison- back up. Lee, Jackson and Mitchell- follow me in."
There were nods all around the assembly of men and women.
"Move out."
Webb, Harm and Mac, approached the entrance silently. Webb looked back at Harm. They made eye contact and each man nodded. Harm covered the door as Webb pushed it open. Webb crossed the threshold into the first floor lobby and the rest of the group followed slowly in, each person covering for the person ahead of him. When they were all in, each person walked cautiously to forward, looking all around them for signs of Penn and Carlson.
"Move on," Webb's voice said over the headsets, "Third floor. Stay Alert."
The group slowly made it's way to the stairs. Everyone placed their feet silently on the steps, eyes upon the person in front of him. Again, Webb led with Harm behind him, Mac following only a step behind. When they finally reached the third floor the lights in the office were out, all except for one. The door to secure filing room stood slightly ajar and light streamed from behind it.
Webb held up a closed fist and the entire group halted. Then, he pointed two fingers in the direction of the filing room. A man at the back of the group strode forward, followed by a woman. The woman made ready to push the door open, as the man held his gun poised. The rest of the group took up positions, their weapons aimed at the door. At another signal from Webb, the woman pushed open the door.
Light filled the office, and the man who had been poised to enter the room first called from within it, "Clear."
Then shot rang out from behind them, followed by more rapid fire.
"Shit," a man's voice muttered.
"Take cover," Mac yelled over the sound of gunfire and each person dove for the nearest desk or file cabinet.
"We've got to find an exit," Harm called to Webb, forgetting about his headset.
"They're shooting at us from the only one," he yelled back.
"Damn it," Harm curse as he ducked lower, a bullet just missing his ear. He looked around to see where Mac had taken refuge. She was on one knee behind a metal file cabinet a few desks behind him. At least she's safe, he thought. She caught his eye, and tipped her head toward the door. Harm gave her a questioning look.
"It's Penn," he saw her form the words and heard them over his headset. He nodded, and she nodded in return. Mac took a deep breath and then raised her gun, and stepped around the file cabinet and took a shot at Penn. The bullet hit the wall behind him, missing him by a hair. But then, the gunfire ceased, as abruptly as it had started. The group warily stood up and looked around them. Every piece of furniture was dotted with bullet holes. Remarkably, no one was injured.
"Move out," Webb ordered as he dashed out of the office. Harm followed him a split second later.
Almost everyone was out when the crash of breaking glass shattered the silence. The three agents and Mac, who were still inside the staff office, looked around, their eyes alert and wide. Mac saw, behind a desk, a broken window. She searched the floor quickly, and she saw it, lying there next to the desk.
"Grenade!" Mac yelled, as she turned to get away, "Take."
The three agents had barley made it out of the room, but Mac was still a few paces from the door, when the grenade exploded sending shards of broken glass and wood shooting all over the room.
Webb gave Harm and Mac black pants and jackets, and they changed as Webb drove them to meet the CIA response team. When they rendezvoused, Webb and the two officers transferred into a waiting van, and they with the team drove to an alley near the Navy HQ building. Headsets and Kevlar vests were distributed among the party. Mac strapped the vest around her and then holstered the side arm she had been given. Harm adjusted his headset.
"You know the drill- alive, if possible. You two," Webb said indicating the two officers, "Stick to me. Tompkins, Ramirez- you've got the roof. Campbell, Harrison- back up. Lee, Jackson and Mitchell- follow me in."
There were nods all around the assembly of men and women.
"Move out."
Webb, Harm and Mac, approached the entrance silently. Webb looked back at Harm. They made eye contact and each man nodded. Harm covered the door as Webb pushed it open. Webb crossed the threshold into the first floor lobby and the rest of the group followed slowly in, each person covering for the person ahead of him. When they were all in, each person walked cautiously to forward, looking all around them for signs of Penn and Carlson.
"Move on," Webb's voice said over the headsets, "Third floor. Stay Alert."
The group slowly made it's way to the stairs. Everyone placed their feet silently on the steps, eyes upon the person in front of him. Again, Webb led with Harm behind him, Mac following only a step behind. When they finally reached the third floor the lights in the office were out, all except for one. The door to secure filing room stood slightly ajar and light streamed from behind it.
Webb held up a closed fist and the entire group halted. Then, he pointed two fingers in the direction of the filing room. A man at the back of the group strode forward, followed by a woman. The woman made ready to push the door open, as the man held his gun poised. The rest of the group took up positions, their weapons aimed at the door. At another signal from Webb, the woman pushed open the door.
Light filled the office, and the man who had been poised to enter the room first called from within it, "Clear."
Then shot rang out from behind them, followed by more rapid fire.
"Shit," a man's voice muttered.
"Take cover," Mac yelled over the sound of gunfire and each person dove for the nearest desk or file cabinet.
"We've got to find an exit," Harm called to Webb, forgetting about his headset.
"They're shooting at us from the only one," he yelled back.
"Damn it," Harm curse as he ducked lower, a bullet just missing his ear. He looked around to see where Mac had taken refuge. She was on one knee behind a metal file cabinet a few desks behind him. At least she's safe, he thought. She caught his eye, and tipped her head toward the door. Harm gave her a questioning look.
"It's Penn," he saw her form the words and heard them over his headset. He nodded, and she nodded in return. Mac took a deep breath and then raised her gun, and stepped around the file cabinet and took a shot at Penn. The bullet hit the wall behind him, missing him by a hair. But then, the gunfire ceased, as abruptly as it had started. The group warily stood up and looked around them. Every piece of furniture was dotted with bullet holes. Remarkably, no one was injured.
"Move out," Webb ordered as he dashed out of the office. Harm followed him a split second later.
Almost everyone was out when the crash of breaking glass shattered the silence. The three agents and Mac, who were still inside the staff office, looked around, their eyes alert and wide. Mac saw, behind a desk, a broken window. She searched the floor quickly, and she saw it, lying there next to the desk.
"Grenade!" Mac yelled, as she turned to get away, "Take."
The three agents had barley made it out of the room, but Mac was still a few paces from the door, when the grenade exploded sending shards of broken glass and wood shooting all over the room.