Chapter 7
Jaye loved these night missions. She missed being out in the field and being stuck behind a desk. The mission went so smoothly, she was almost suspicious. She tried to reassure herself it was just a well trained staff, but she couldn't help her superstitions. She wondered briefly if Flint had woken up. Most likely, yes. She hadn't wanted to overdo the gas, worried how it might affect him. It was really just a simple anesthetic that would leave no side effect. They'd have to cross that one off their list, she sighed, and move on to the next idea for the next agent, whenever and whoever that might be. They still had some tricks up their sleeves, she smiled.
She was a little worried about the Russian agent. He had obviously been beaten and possibly tortured during his stay. She was glad they got him out when they did. Hard to tell how much longer he'd survive. He definitely needed medical attention, so she was glad they were lifting out tonight. She messaged ahead and had preparations started to break camp and be ready to leave immediately.
Returning back to the camp, she saw that it was packed up and ready to go. As soon as they entered the borders, the sand storm/weather machine was put into use to help block any followers they may have, although she felt that they were almost given the agent. Obviously any use he had been was finished, judging by the lack of guards around his cell. She frowned on this. Although beaten, she had still recognized the man by the picture they were given and by the password exchange they had been told to make, to avoid any confusion on either part.
Flint was standing, watching the group return, frowning. He had helped with packing up the camp, not complaining to anyone about his long "nap," but he had a few choice words to share with Lady Jaye upon her return. He had let his temper boil and bubble and his control was slipping.
The sight of the Russian agent, however, stilled any words coming from his lips. He was appalled at the condition of the man, although he should not have been surprised. The Phoenix medical team was immediately on him, making sure he was stable and strapping him to a stretcher. Lady Jaye was busy overseeing details, and he could not get near here. During the flight, he thought, that's when we'll have some down time for us to have a nice, long talk.
However, he had trouble finding her during the flight back on the plane. She seemed to have disappeared. It was as if this was a game her employees played. He would ask if they had seen her and he could swear they were fighting a smile as they told him, in a sincere voice, that she had just been there, or they had last seen her in the cockpit….anything but, obviously, the truth. He started to doubt she was even on the transport.
Flint finally found Scarlett and Snake Eyes and settled down with them. He saw a look pass between the two before they began to reminisce about past Joe missions with him. While he enjoyed talking with them again, he still felt he was being distracted from his real goal. He figured he was not going to find her, the employees were seeing to that, but that at some point, he would corner her at her office. Deciding on that plan of action, he decided to relax and enjoy the time with his old friends.