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Author: J Bear

A/N: Wow… one review… quite interesting… ANYWAYS… All right, before I forget I should really put this in. This should get more interesting as it goes on. I already got the final chapter done. So… I think it should pull through… I think…

Dulles International Airport
2310

The flight was a couple of minutes late due to the high winds but has since died down. Webb had managed to get them past security smoothly and they were on their flight to Moscow. In files that Webb had given them back at the office were maps of Russia and Chechnya; they also marked the current Chechen camps and artillery bases. There were also satellite photos of the investigation area, paper clipped evidence files and their photos. It also contained fake Ids and passports for use in an emergency situation.

"So much for a quiet evening." Harm said to himself, strapping into the seat

"Yeah." Mac sighed looking straight ahead. 

Over the Atlantic Ocean
2410

"Excuse me ma'am, sir. What would you like for dinner?" A flight stewardess stood in the aisle with a cart of food. Harm chose the salad and a bottle of water while Mac decided to experiment with the grilled chicken with mashed potatoes with grape juice. The stewardess gave Harm a once over, smiled and went on to the next passengers. Occasionally, Mac would see the stewardess glancing at Harm, strangely, that made her in a way… jealous. Jealous? Mac thought Oh get a hold of yourself Mackenzie. Harm's a free man. He can do what he wants.

"What's wrong?" Harm cocked his head and looked at Mac.

"Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

"Alright, if you say so." He said disbelieving his friend.

Moscow International Airport
0700

After a few hours of sleep, rereading the brief and analyzing the maps and evidence, Harm and Mac landed at the Airport. Grabbing their stuff, they went towards the exit.

"Where is this Milovic?" Mac asked

"I have no idea." Harm looked around.

"Commander, beautiful Colonel." A familiar voice rang out behind them. It was Alexi the cab driver from their previous journeys to Russia. "How are you?"

"Haha, hey Alexi. We're fine. I suppose you're the one we're meeting."

"No actually, he's… Well, please. Take my cab." He took their luggage and dropped them into the trunk of the cab. Harm and Mac looked at each other amused by their old friend.

Half way down the road, Alexi started to speak.

"Mr. Webb has informed me about your investigation. I am to take you to Petyr Milovic, a fine man, a fine man. Yes yes. But first, we go to the hotel to get you um… 'checked in and comfortable'" He quoted "Oh yes and Commander, Mr Webb has also asked me to give you this. It's at the back pocket of my seat."

Mac pulled out two guns in a ziplock bag from the place he indicated in front of her.

"I believe this one is yours Harm." Mac handed him one with a note attached that read "And for god's sakes Rabb, don't kill anyone." Harm sighed and shook his head.

"And we are here Commander, Colonel." The mustached driver said, looking behind him at his two passengers. "You are to stay here, at the Sheraton Palace Hotel. You are reserved under Mr. And Mrs. White."

"Thanks Alexi. We'll see you in a few." Mac smiled at the man. After everything, the man is still sticking by the Americans… for a fee of course.

Rm 157
Sheraton Palace Hotel
0845

"Well… Mrs. White, who gets the bed and who gets the couch?" Harm said surveying the room. It was a floral design with blue-carpeted floors. He noted the height of the building from their room and looked around even further. There was a large bathroom with a large tub. He went and sat on the couch, which isn't all too comfortable. A 25" TV was on a shelf including some phone books, directories and a guest services guide that outlined everything from the food to the blankets. He turned back to Mac again and saw her poking at the bed then finally sat on it. After a little while, she started bouncing on it. "I suppose you want the bed Mac."

"How'd you guess?"

"I don't know, I guess it comes with being a good lawyer." He smirked

"Like you'd know anything about that."

"Hey, are you insulting me?" The Commander retorted

"Who knows, maybe I am, maybe I---" Mac started to squeal as Harm launched himself at her knocking her back on to the bed and started tickling her. "Ahhhhhh… Har-arm!!!" She shouted between gasps. Suddenly the phone rings and the two stop.

They looked at each other and moved closer and closer towards each other. The phone rings again.

"Maybe you should get that." Mac whispered

"Yeah, maybe." Harm looked away and took the phone. I'm beginning to hate these things… he thought to himself. "Hello?" But there was no answer on the other end. "Hello?" There was another ring. Frowning he put down the phone and followed the sound of the ring.  Mac was doing the same thing.

"It's coming from here Harm." She said and rummaged through the luggage and found the source of the ring in between Harm's shirts. "Hello?"

"Mac? It's Webb."

"We've got a problem."

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