In the middle of the busy airport terminal, Vaughn's cell phone rang. He
cursed as her tried to hold two bags and pull his cell phone out of his
jacket pocket without dropping his bags. He managed to get it out and
yanked the aerial out with his teeth as he walked through a set of glass
doors.
"Vaughn here." He said.
"It's not K-directorate. One of their agents was found murdered this morning. His ID and passport had been taken. They think that one of the group is using that to travel with." White said. "The body is in our morgue. We're examining it for any trace evidence that would tell us who you're dealing with."
"Then who is it? Do we know who we're dealing with?" Vaughn asked in equal parts frustration and relief.
"We believe that it may be an off shoot of the.." A crackle of static interrupted whatever White was saying. Vaughn glanced behind him and saw a metal girder. He walked away from it and was glad to hear the static disappear.
"You instructions are the same. You may use as much force as necessary. If you can get him alive, we would like to interview the leader of this group. Fenwick won't be meeting you at the airport. He missing. We don't know if he was taken after he phoned us. "
"If he's there, do you want him brining back?"
"Yes. We're sending you a map with the location where she's being held."
"Damn!" The building had interfered with the signal again, this time cutting him off completely. He'd been about to ask where they where getting picked up.
He put the phone back into his pocket and hurried to catch up with his team, whom where all waiting a polite distance away, chatting about the mission.
They all quietened down and looked at him as he approached. When he had their total attention, he started to speak.
"It's not k-directorate." He said. "Our instruction are the same. We get in, rescue Sydney and get out. They want the leader of the group. We have been authorised to kill if we need to. Come on, or we'll miss our ride." He said and started walking to the exit of the large airport.
Once they where outside, they quickly found their ride. It was a large, black van, the only vehicle that they'd been able to find that could seat all thirteen of them. They all piled in, and with Vaughn driving, headed for the outskirts of Moscow.
"Vaughn here." He said.
"It's not K-directorate. One of their agents was found murdered this morning. His ID and passport had been taken. They think that one of the group is using that to travel with." White said. "The body is in our morgue. We're examining it for any trace evidence that would tell us who you're dealing with."
"Then who is it? Do we know who we're dealing with?" Vaughn asked in equal parts frustration and relief.
"We believe that it may be an off shoot of the.." A crackle of static interrupted whatever White was saying. Vaughn glanced behind him and saw a metal girder. He walked away from it and was glad to hear the static disappear.
"You instructions are the same. You may use as much force as necessary. If you can get him alive, we would like to interview the leader of this group. Fenwick won't be meeting you at the airport. He missing. We don't know if he was taken after he phoned us. "
"If he's there, do you want him brining back?"
"Yes. We're sending you a map with the location where she's being held."
"Damn!" The building had interfered with the signal again, this time cutting him off completely. He'd been about to ask where they where getting picked up.
He put the phone back into his pocket and hurried to catch up with his team, whom where all waiting a polite distance away, chatting about the mission.
They all quietened down and looked at him as he approached. When he had their total attention, he started to speak.
"It's not k-directorate." He said. "Our instruction are the same. We get in, rescue Sydney and get out. They want the leader of the group. We have been authorised to kill if we need to. Come on, or we'll miss our ride." He said and started walking to the exit of the large airport.
Once they where outside, they quickly found their ride. It was a large, black van, the only vehicle that they'd been able to find that could seat all thirteen of them. They all piled in, and with Vaughn driving, headed for the outskirts of Moscow.