The tech typed something into the computer and four of the monitors came back up.

"We just overrode their signal," he said to General Avital.

"Any problems?" he asked.

"No Sir"

General Avital smiled and then turned to Vaughn and I, "As far as The Covenant knows our security systems are still down. Our guards are standing by. They'll apprehend the agents once they reach the weapons storage."

We watched the monitors as three men hurried through the corridors, stopping outside a door to hook up an electronic code breaker. The door opened and the three went into the room.

"They've entered the weapons storage area," another tech announced.

"Stand by," General Avital said.

On another monitor we saw them use their code breaker to unlock a storage bin, out of which they pulled a crate.

"Alright! Move in! Now!" General Avital ordered, a tech relayed the order over his headset, and with in fifteen seconds ten or twelve Israeli guards surrounded the Covenant agents.

"Weapons storage secured," a crackling confirmation of what we were seeing on the monitors came over the radio. The entire room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"Move the captives to the holding area, do a full weapons search, then prepare them for transfer," General Avital began.

I shook my head, watching the monitors intently, "Something's not right."

All heads turned to me.

"Look at what they're taking!" I said, the realization hitting me, "Fairly large weapons and missiles, there are more powerful and much easier to transport ones in there!"

"What?" General Avital asked leaning forward to get a better look at the screen.

"General!" A tech exclaimed shaking his head and typing away at his keyboard a lighting speed, "This doesn't make sense. I'm detecting an unauthorized transmission from the east sector."

"Where?!" General Avital demanded.

"The main communications area,"

"Bring up the security systems!" He barked.

The tech typed and then looked dreadingly at the screen, "They're down, Sir."

"The robbery was a distraction," Vaughn said.

The general muttered a few unsavory words in Hebrew before shoving a chair aside and typing rapidly into a computer. A siren filled the room as the hit enter.

"East sector now!" He yelled to the few guards who had been standing in the room. The guards instantly flew to a metal cabinet on the wall to retrieve weapons. Vaughn and I did the same. As we followed the Israeli guards out the door on the left side of the room, I saw General Avital draw his service pistol and run out behind us.

We raced through the corridors and crouched down outside the door to the communications area. After a brief pause the team leader gave the sign and all of us burst through the door. Bullets began flying through the air before I even had a chance to take in the inside of the room. I instinctively threw myself sideways against a wall. Vaughn landed next to me and General Avital on the wall across from us.

"Go now!" a voice echoed through the room.

We stood up and began firing at the two Covenant operatives as they ran toward a second entrance. One fell right away and the other was hit but didn't collapse until he was almost to the door. I hurried over to where the second operative had fallen. He gasped for a couple of seconds clutching at the wound on his chest before relaxing into a heap.

"He's dead," one of the soldiers next to him said. I quickly turned around and raced back to the computers they had been using when we entered. Two soldiers were already typing away at them.

"What were they doing?"

"It's some kind of satellite transmission," one said, "We can't stop it, it's already gone through."

"Can you find where it went?" I asked. They shifted through window after window for a couple of seconds before one turned to me.

"No, Ma'am. They wiped record of it from our hard drive," he answered sullenly.

"They couldn't recover any record of the transmission?" the image of Dixon on my laptop screen asked.

"No," I answered, "They'll probably continue to work on it but they didn't tell us that they found anything before we left."

"What about the operatives involved in the robbery?" he asked.

"We're bringing them back. We should arrive at LAX in two hours," I responded.

Dixon's image nodded, "Alright. A team will meet you at the airport to transfer them, you can go home after that, get some rest. You can give a full report tomorrow."

"See you back home," I replied. The transmission ended and my screen went blank. I switched it off and shut the screen. I leaned back in my seat and squeezed my eyes shut. They were dry and heavy from exhaustion, as I hadn't slept since before our flight landed in Tel Aviv yesterday. I heard Vaughn walk over and take a seat in front of me.

"I finished reporting to Dixon," I informed him.

"That's good," he said glancing up at me for a brief second.

I scratched the hairline just behind my ear. "You think this is anything serious?" I inquired, instantly chastising myself for even bothering to ask a question like that.

"I really don't have anyway of knowing, do I?" he said with just the slightest hint of touchiness and then picked up his own laptop and opened it. I turned my head toward the window momentarily and then picked up a pillow from the seat next to me. I stowed it in a comfortable position behind my head and set my concentration toward getting some sleep before our arrival back in LA.