I don't own Blindspot or any of these amazing characters….
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Remember me? I'm back and going to begin updating. I had to read through the story again to see exactly where I left it and there were some glaring editing errors. Wince. Sorry. I'm not the best editor on good days and my last few updates were so rushed…its cringe worthy. I guess getting up early so that I can post isn't worth it. Note to self…edit more, post less and actually sleep. Oh well…we'll see if this is any better. BTW I'm writing this at 1AM so no promises. For those of you interested, I didn't even know what a beta was…so I'm guessing it's a dictionary? Yeah, I don't use one. I'm sure you're not surprised. Thanks for the suggestion… but your, no wait...you're probably going to have to just bare, bear…with me. HA! Yeah, I'm tired. Thanks for the review, glad you liked the story anyway… :)
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"No," Ivan admitted, "I'm not Roman."
"How is it that you are so similar to him even though you were separated most of your life?" Kurt asked him.
"I spent a lot of time with Roman these past few years," Ivan explained, "I'm sure there is some type of genetics at work too. I'm not Roman."
They arrived at the coordinates that Patterson provided them.
Kurt turned on his com, "We're here."
Patterson responded immediately, "I've been monitoring the site since you left, there's been no movement. I can't see inside, so proceed with caution."
Kurt showed Ivan how to turn on his coms.
"Can you hear me?" Ivan asked them.
"We've got you," Patterson assured him.
Kurt drew his weapon and he and Ivan walked over to the side door of the abandoned compound cautiously.
"Stay with me," Kurt warned Ivan over his shoulder.
"I've got your back," Ivan assured him.
"You're unarmed," Patterson reminded him.
"But not incapable," Ivan assured her.
Kurt was the first through the door. They cleared the room and proceeded throughout the rest of the building.
"All clear," Kurt assured Patterson.
She felt the tension in her shoulders relax.
"We need to find the drive," Patterson turned her attention to the next hurdle. "Roman wouldn't just leave it sitting out on the desk, he'd want to hide it…protect it."
"Well, this place has been pretty much ransacked already," Ivan admitted, "The drive could have already been found."
"Roman was the best at puzzles I've ever seen," Patterson denied, "It's still there."
"Are you sure you and Roman…" Ivan asked again.
"I'm sure," Patterson cut him off.
"What are we looking for?" Kurt asked Patterson.
"The drive is small," Patterson reminded them, "Check the walls, He wouldn't have put it in anything that could be easily removed. Try the roof."
Ivan and Kurt began inspecting the room for anything that looked out of place. Ivan climbed up on the desk and began removing the floating ceiling tiles.
"Anything?" Patterson worried.
"No," Kurt denied, continuing to search.
"Jane could have been wrong," Patterson worried.
"She wasn't wrong," Ivan denied spying a package in the rafters.
"You have something?" Kurt moved over to join him on the desk.
"There," Ivan pointed to the package just out of reach.
"Let's move the desk." Kurt jumped back down and Ivan joined him.
"Guys," Patterson interrupted their progress, "I have movement on the satellite."
"What direction and how many?" Kurt demanded.
"Five men, coming through the woods on foot." Patterson worried.
"Grab the package and get back to the SUV," Kurt told Ivan, "I'll cover you."
"We go together," Ivan denied, his amicable demeanor changing.
If Kurt thought that Ivan reminded him of Roman before, it was nothing compared to this moment.
"Let's go," Kurt conceded.
"You aren't going to make the truck," Patterson warned them, "They've split into two groups. One is coming in and the other is protecting the perimeter.
"We must have set off a trip wire," Ivan looked over at Kurt, "They clearly know we're in here."
"They might know someone is inside," Kurt agreed, "But it's unlikely they know how many of us there are."
"That does give us an advantage," Ivan agreed.
"Patterson, I need you to jam any signals in this area," Kurt told her, "They must be communicating with each other and now that they're separated, we need that to stop."
"If I do that," Patterson reminded them, "I will lose your signal too. I won't be able to help you."
"What if you patch us in to their signal," Ivan suggested, "Then we'll know what they're planning."
"Can you do that?" Kurt asked her.
"I'm on it," Patterson agreed, "We need to go to radio silence."
"Copy," Kurt fell silent.
Suddenly they were listening to the men surrounding the building talk.
"Bobby, you and Keith split up and take a door I'm going through the front." The leader of the group advised them. The rest of you watch the doors if anyone that isn't us comes out don't bother asking any questions, you know what to do."
Kurt and Ivan shared a look.
Ivan silently moved toward the back door and Kurt took cover and watched the front and side.
The man at the back door arrived first. Kurt worried about Ivan not having a weapon, but he needn't. Ivan dispatched the man at the back door and was armed it what seemed like a single heartbeat.
Kurt turned his attention back to the other doors just as they began to open.
The two men entered together.
"Freeze," Kurt warned them, "FBI."
They immediately began to fire and Kurt was able to shoot the leader, before he moved to avoid the barrage.
Ivan didn't say a word, but he took out the second gunman with deadly accuracy.
He and Kurt shared a silent look before Ivan indicated he was going up.
Kurt nodded in understanding. The men outside were waiting for them to come out the doors. From the roof they might be able to clear the way.
"Did you get him?" One of the men outside demanded.
When he didn't get a response he engaged the other man.
"Something's wrong," He worried.
"Should we go in?" The other man demanded.
"No," The first denied, "We wait, eventually someone has to come out. When they do we'll take them down."
Kurt and Roman made it to the roof. It had obviously been constructed to provide the occupants with a way to defend themselves. It was flat and he and Ivan were able to move around without being seen from the ground.
Kurt attempted to get a clear shot on the men on the ground, but wasn't able to see them.
He looked over at Ivan and when he shook his head that he had no shot either Kurt reached up and muted his com. Ivan followed suit.
"I'm going to draw their attention," Kurt whispered, "Are you a good shot?"
"I'm accurate," Ivan assured him, "But I think I'm the one that should draw their attention."
"Why is that?" Kurt had an instant kick of denial. The last thing he wanted was to have to tell his wife that her other brother was dead.
"Because I look like Roman," Ivan reminded him, "If these are former Sandstorm operatives that might mean something."
Kurt couldn't deny that valid point.
"Make it quick." Kurt urged him.
Ivan understood. He didn't waste any time, but stood up on the edge to look over the side. He sank back down as Kurt searched the tree line for any of the shooters.
"It's Roman!" One of the men exclaimed.
"He's dead," The other one denied.
"I know what Roman looks like," The first insisted.
There was a long silence.
"We need to fall back," The first conceded.
"What about the others?"
"If that's Roman, they're already dead."
"Let's go,"
Suddenly there was static on the coms and then Patterson was back, "They're leaving."
"So we're clear?" Kurt confirmed.
"I've dispatched a team to clean up there," Patterson confirmed, "Come back in."
"On our way." Kurt and Ivan wasted no time.
"That was a good call," Kurt admitted to Ivan.
"Every enemy has a weakness," Ivan admitted, "You just need to exploit it."
"What's you're weakness?" Kurt asked seriously.
"The same one you have," Ivan admitted with a little smile, "Remi."
Kurt turned back toward the road. Ivan might be a scientist, but that wasn't all he was. Watching him fight, seeing how his mind worked, made Weller nervous. There was definitely more to Jane's brother than they'd been told. He just hoped that whatever it was, it wouldn't cost Jane the only sibling she had left.
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Okay…I know this chapter is really short, but so is my enthusiasm. Post less…edit more and sleep. Rules to live by. I still don't promise that this short chapter isn't riddled with errors. Now I'm going to see how it feels to sleep... see how I didn't say edit? Oh well...
