Sorry for the delay in between posting. I know, it's like a habit, but a bad one. Thanks for your replies and enthusiasm. Hope you'll enjoy. A bit of Russian in this post, Cyrillic instead of phonetic (which would look retarded in a way), translation in between brackets.

-oOo-

1250 O Street NW, Washington DC, 10.30 AM

Cautiously a small group of men, clad in black helmets, flak jackets moved up the stairs towards the second floor. The front member keeping his H&K MP5 aimed at the passage.

Suddenly a door opened and Bobby swung his weapon towards it. An older Asian woman solidified where she stood, her eyes growing. She was about to scream when he silenced her by putting a finger to his lips and motioning her to get back inside.

'SAM 1, SAM 31 and SAM 33 in position,' he said as he positioned himself next to the door, Myles on the other side. 'Copy that, SAM 31, SAM 39?' he heard Tara reply.

'SAM 39 Standing by,' D. responded.

'Go.'

The moment the door burst open, the team raced inside, weapons aimed, swiftly moving from room to room. 'FBI!'

A petrified younger woman sat in the living room as Myles ordered her to lie down on the floor.

'SAM 33, no sight of the suspect,' he said. 'SAM 1, this is SAM 39 place is secure, no suspect on the premises.'

Myles motioned the woman to sit down on the couch again. 'Where's Dmitri?'

'КТО? (What?)' she answered in Russian. 'Dmitri, when will he be back?'

She smiled an uneasy smile. 'Я сожалею, я не говорю на английском языке. (I'm sorry, I don't speak English.)'

Myles nodded. 'Тогда я должен буду говорить на русском языке. Где - Дмитрийй? (Then I'll have to speak Russian. Where's Dmitri?)'

The woman's jaw dropped but she regained her composure. 'Я не знаю (I don't know).'

Myles shook his head. 'Неправильно ответ. Я спрошу Вас снова, и это было бы в вашем лучшем интересе ответить правдиво. (Wrong answer. I'll ask you again and it would be in your interest to answer truthfully).'

And he stepped forward, in a threatening way, knowing Law Enforcement in Russia wouldn't hesitate to use physical force to get their answers. The fact that she was a woman wouldn't mean a thing. He could see she thought it too, and her eyes –defiant at first– showed growing panic and fear.

'Нет, пожалуйста, не поражайте меня! Я знаю, где он, пожалуйста. Я скажу Вам все, что я знаю...(No, please, don't hit me! I know where he is, please. I'll tell you everything I know...)'

She reached forward, a sudden move that led to several weapons being swung towards her. She screamed.

Myles shushed her. 'Никакие внезапные шаги, который раздражает нас, и Вы не хотите, которые делают Вас? (No sudden moves, that makes us nervous, and you don't want that do you?)'

She shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with angst. 'Я только достигал моих сигарет, (I was just reaching for my cigarettes),' she explained, her voice trembling.

'После того, как Вы сказали нам, где Дмитрийй (After you told us where Dmitri is),' said Myles.

She sighed, and looked at her hands fumbling with her clothes. 'Он работает в складе (He's working in the warehouse).'

'Где - этот склад? (Where's this warehouse?)' Myles asked. She gave them the address.

Myles motioned for her to stand up. She did, reluctantly. 'Вы идете с нами. (You're coming with us).'

Church St and P St NW, 11.31AM

'SAM 1, any movement?'

'Monitor's not picking up much,' Tara responed. 'Two cars in front of the building, wait….'

Bobby, leaning against a wall pursed his lips. 'Somebody's coming out….SAM 31; it's Dmitri, I repeat, man coming out of the building is suspect.' Bobby signaled to the others to move.

Dmitri Scriabin walked over the platform towards one of the parked cars when he suddenly saw heavily armed men storming in. He spun on his heels and began running away.

'Stop running! FBI.'

He did not stop but ran to the building again. He jumped over a crate to get to the doors as the Agents chased him down. He pulled the door open. 'Stop NOW! We WILL shoot!' Bobby shouted as he aimed his rifle. But Dmitri moved too quick to get a clear shot on his legs. He cursed inwardly. One of the other Agents motioned for a sidedoor. 'That way, we'll cut him off.'

'Go!'

Bobby ran after the other Agent as Myles, Dimitrius and others took other routes. Their thundering steps echoing through the hall as they ran along a glass corridor where they spotted Dmitri frantically running away. 'SAM 31, through that door, and left through the corridor,' he heard Tara say. 'He's trapped once you block that entrance.'

Dmitri came skidding around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. Two MP5's were aimed at him. 'It's useless, mate. Hands on the head and down on your knees, slowly,' Bobby said.

The man seemed to hesitate.

'There're two ways to get you down. On your own, or by me using this weapon,' Bobby said to him. 'What'll be?'

Dmitri put his hands on his head and slowly dropped to his knees and then laid on the floor, face down, his legs spread. Just as he got ordered to do. As Bobby patted him for weapons, retrieving a Beretta 9mm, Myles, D. and the others joined them. 'This was inevitable,' Bobby said as he cuffed Dmitri, 'you were going to be arrested anyway, now you're arrested tired.'

Myles and D. pulled the cuffed Russian up to his feet. 'Move, we have a few things we'd like to discuss with you.'

'I want a lawyer,' he responded.

'Hey, he can speak English,' Myles commented. 'Maybe he wants to translate for his girlfriend?'

Dmitri stopped walking. 'You got Nadyia? You pigs! You have no right…' he spat at Myles but missed. The New Englander was close to his face within a moment's notice. 'Pull one more degrading stunt like that, and you wish your mother had kept you from being born.'

The Russian frowned a little, his eyes hard, but met an equally hard stare. 'And when we find your Nadyia lacks a Green Card, which she will, she's on the first Tupolev to Russia.' Myles shoved the man away. 'Let's hope Aeroflot has a maintained plane in doing so. Would be a shame if she crashed halfway.'

'Вы негодяй! (Son of a Bitch!)'

'Get him out of here,' Myles said with a disgusted look.