Disclaimer: The prologue and first four chapters are credited to Raven-Dog (with a few major/minor additions). The rest is my work.

Chapter 1: Another Threat

Washington D.C

Logan unlocked the door to his apartment, and walked in. After he shut the door and turned on the light, he let out a deep sigh. He was tired. Erich Rhoemer and his main henchmen had escaped from Costa Rica, and there had been no trace of them since. Hopefully he could rest one night without being called into the office. He set his bags down in the living room, and got a bottle of water from the fridge. He went back to the living room and sat down in the chair. He looked at the clock. It was 3 P.M. He decided to take a short nap. He leaned his head back in his chair and drifted off to sleep.

At this time Lian was just getting home, too. Unlike Gabriel, she was full of energy. It was because she slept on the way home, but Logan stayed up and worked. After she put all of the files on the table, she decided that she might as well work while she was awake. But, after several hours of working, she too fell asleep. When she woke up it was nine thirty-five. Whoa. Now I won't be able to sleep very well, tonight, she thought. After she got a drink from the kitchen, the phone rang. She went over and picked it up. "Lian Xing. Who is this?" "This is Markinson, Xing." Great, now what? "Whatever it is, Boss, get someone else to do it for you. I want to relax for the remainder of the day." "I wish you could, but it is serious. Rhoemer is here." Her eyelids shot up. "WHAT?" "I will tell you everything when you and Logan arrive. Call him up and warn him that you are coming to get him. After you get him, head over here quickly. Good-bye." After Markinson hung up, Lian went to get her gear on. Then she saw that she had never taken it off. She went to the phone to call Gabe. All she got was an answering machine. When she looked at her watch it was nine forty- five. She left the time she called and said that she was coming over. She hung up the phone and ran to her car in the garage building.

Gabriel suddenly shot up in his chair. When he looked at his clock it said that it was nine fifty. He couldn't believe that he was this tired. He decided that he better get a shower, shave, and get to bed. On his way to his bathroom, he paused in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom. He looked at himself for a few minutes. He saw just how old he was getting. He may be thirty-five years old, but he looked forty. His job's work was wearing him out. He needed a vacation. Ever since he joined the army he had been working nonstop. In 1983, when he was 19, he joined the U.S. Army ROTC. He was in it until he was 23. In 1987 he was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant. Ever since then he was always working. In that time he also gained degrees in different parts of science. In sixteen years he had done nothing but work. He needed to start a relationship with someone. He was tired of coming home alone. He shook the thoughts from his mind. He needed to get cleaned up, and get some more rest. In the bathroom he shaved and showered. After he finished, he looked at himself in the mirror, again. That shower and shave have seemed to taken off five to ten years from his face. He just chuckled at himself. He needed to quit this self-pity. He still has a few years left to settle down and have some kids. At that time he heard a knock at his door. Who could that be? He walked over to the door and opened it. Lian was there. "Gabe, why aren't you ready?" she asked. He looked at her with a confused look. "What are you talking about?" he asked. "Haven't you checked your machine, yet?" she asked. He shook his head, then he checked it. Lian's voice rolled off the speaker. He looked at her, apologetically. "Sorry, Lian. What's the emergency?" "Rhoemer is here. Markinson wants us at HQ, now." Before she finished, Logan had already run into his bedroom and was already changing back into his combat uniform. "Get back to your car and start it up. I'll be down in a few minutes." Lian ran out the door and to the front of the building. Of all the places for Rhoemer to be why here? Logan was pissed. There goes his nice weekend. Now he was glad that he fell asleep when he got home. He felt refreshed. After he finished getting dressed and putting on his side arm, Logan locked up his apartment and ran to join Lian out front.

They were running through the hallways toward Markinson's office. On the way to HQ they heard that there was an attack on the D.C. Subway system by terrorists. They had no doubt that this was Rhoemer's work. When they got to Markinson's office, his secretary let them in. Markinson was sitting in his chair behind his desk, and Benton was sitting on one of the chairs in the office. Markinson looked up at them. "Good, you're both here. I take it that both of you have already heard about the Subway attacks?" Logan nodded. "Yes, we have. Are they using any virus weapons?" "Yes," Markinson replied. "They have a few viral bombs in the Subway, and a few on the streets. CBDC is trying to find them. They are headed by Lt. Jason Chance." Good. At least someone else I know will be down there helping me. "Tell us, when did this operation begin?" Logan asked. "Our intelligence within the FBI was not clear," started Markinson, "but Rhoemer's men are already inside the Subway." Lian was looking at the screen in front them that had a layout of the city, when she asked, "Is it the same virus?" "Yes. They have enough to eliminate everyone within a hundred miles or more," Markinson answered. Logan turned around to face them and asked, "what's the procedure?" "Standard intercept and eliminate," said Benton as he stood up and walked toward them. "This is from our contacts inside Interpol. Jenkin's team is on search and diffuse. You are the trigger." Lian was looking at the footage of the activity that was going on in they system. "I recognize Anton Girdeaux and Mara Aramov, but who is the other guy?" "That is Horvel Kravitch," replied Benton. "Rhoemer's Communications expert. When you eliminate him you will also have to destroy his Comm up- link. You will be dropped into the strike zone where the firefight begins. You'll have an hour to find your targets and take them out." After Benton finished Logan turned around. "Do the locals know what they're dealing with?" "No," Benton answered. Markinson looked up at Logan and Lian.
"Your chopper and equipment are ready and waiting. Good luck you two." They nodded and headed toward the helipad. Logan was hoping that this would finally be his chance to get Erich Rhoemer.