Bo sat quietly, the plan running through his mind over and over. No one was talking as they all were nervous and wondering how this would all work out. True none of them were going to be physically involved in this operation. They were all too recognizable to the target and anonymity was crucial. Instead, an elite force of agents trained in covert missions would be going into the proverbial lion's den. Just then the door from the cockpit to the passenger cabin opened and two men stepped through taking seats opposite Bo.
The private jet was small but it served their purposes very well. The plane belonged to one of the men sitting across from Bo. Tall with dark hair that had recently begun to show signs of gray, John Black looked the same as when everyone in Salem had believed he was Roman. He had signed up for this mission the moment Bo had called him for help.
It had been three days since that phone call, but they had been a very busy three days. John had sent his private jet to Salem to pick up Bo, Roman, Abe, and Justin. Then they had stopped by New York to refuel and were joined by Dr. Marcus Hunter who Bo had insisted be there in case anyone needed medical help. After another stop in London to let Shane Donovan board the plane they landed at their final destination of Dubai. This would be where they would wait until this little plan of theirs, worked out over the phone and over the many hours of flight time, was completed.
Shane had provided some men from the ISA to go in and do the actual physical part of the mission they were on. They had been given very specific instructions. They were to keep out of site and not let the target or his people see them. They were to go in and get what Bo needed. It's true that the target of all this was in another country. But that country was in the mid-east which is why they were waiting in Dubai. It was one of the friendlier middle-eastern countries. And it was close enough that the agents could cross the borders unseen and they could be out of Dubai before anyone knew that anything had happened. That was the goal.
Bo looked at his watch for the umpteenth time. 'They should be in by now.' He thought to himself praying that this would go off without a hitch.
"Everything will be alright, Bo." Shane's English accented voice broke the silence on the plane. "The men I sent are the best. They will be in and out in no time. And they will not be seen."
"What if something goes wrong, Governor?" Bo speech was thick with worry.
"Nothing will go wrong."
Bo just gave a short nod as everyone fell back into their own contemplative silences.
Several Hours later the quiet of the plane's cabin was shattered by the ringing of a phone. Shane removed the satellite phone from his pocket. "Hello. Yes. Yes. You know what to do? Excellent. Thank You. Goodbye." Shane put the satellite phone on the small table next to his seat.
Everyone had listened intently trying to figure out what had happened and what news Shane was getting but his end of the conversation held no clues.
"Well," Shane said speaking to the group at large though his gaze was focused on Bo, "That was the team leader. Our mission has been successful thus far. Now we just have to wait for them to cross the border and get to the plane.
"How long will that take?" Bo asked excitedly.
"Not long. They were relatively close to the border. They should be here within the hour."
Bo nodded and lapsed back into silence. Everyone aboard had heard how excited he was and they all had to wonder if that excitement was for the successful completion of their operation or for what would be happening after the ISA agents got to the plane. Either way they were all relieved that everything had gone according to plan.
Everyone sat in the quiet of the plane's cabin until they hear a knock on the door to the plane. Shane got up and opened the hatch too allow four men to board the plane. One of them was carrying a large bundle in his arms while another had a portfolio full of papers in his hand. The men were all dressed in black and as you looked at them they all had that unremarkable any-man look. Even if Bo tried he wouldn't be able to pick a single one of them out of a line-up.
"You said there would be a doctor here? This one needs medical attention." The first man said in a slow deep voice while slightly adjusting the unconscious person in his arms.
"Back here." Marcus spoke up and ushered the agent to a small private room at the back of the plane. The man returned as soon as he had relieved himself of his burden. The second man handed the portfolio to Shane without a word. The four agents stood there awaiting further instruction from their boss.
"Thank you for your help in this little mission gentlemen. You are dismissed." Shane told them.
They all nodded to their Captain and silently filed out of the plane and once on the ground they separated, each to make his own way back to ISA headquarters.
John made sure the plane's hatch was shut properly then stuck his head into the cockpit and told the pilot it was time to take off. "I think we should get out of Dodge." He said as he took his seat.
The others followed his lead and took their seats and fastened their seat belts. All except Bo. His attention was on the door to the little private room at the back of the plane.
"Bo. You can't do anything. Just let Marcus do what we brought him for." Roman said, knowing his little brother wanted to run back there.
Bo just nodded and fastened his seat belt as the plane began to move down the runway. Soon they were in the air, on their way back to Salem.
