„Any signs of our targets? " Soap whispered into his comms, as he sat outside of the little cafe, near the city limit, where they waited for their suspect to show up.

"No Sir. Absolutely nothing. I doubt that they are coming." Toad replied. The sniper had taken his position on the rooftop of an office block, to check the whole surrounding, but till now, nothing spectacular happened.

"I know it´s boring but we need to stay. Keep your eyes open!" Soap ordered disappointed on how they were stuck here. They waited almost two hours and still there was no sign of the group, maybe they were wrong and they had left the town already.

"What you´re thinking about?" Soap sighed loudly and looked to Lieutenant Smith, who was sitting opposite of him. The older man eyed Soap intensively and could tell from the expression on his face, that the young man was concerned about the observation.

"I wonder if this is just a waste of time. What should we do if they don´t show up? This group is our best track. If they aren´t here anymore, we have to check on all of the other groups that are still here." Soap said and looked down at his hands, which he had clenched in anger.

The Lieutenant just shook his head and didn´t response to him. He knew that the Captain´s doubts were adequate to their situation. He himself wished nothing more to get this job done quickly and protect the world from the next threat. Concerned he turned his gaze to the quiet street on his left side. Since they were here, not many cars had passed by and in the café weren´t much guests. It was the perfect setting for the meeting of a terror group. They could act like normal civilians but at the same time work on their plans, without much civil commotion. The older man wanted to start a conversation with Soap, as he heard Jason speak over the comms.

"Sirs? A black Lincoln is coming this way." He spoke and Soap turned his gaze back up to the street.

"Good. Do you see who´s in there?" Soap replied and waited for Jason to check the identity of the passengers.

"No, sorry Sir. Their windows are tinted." Jason informed him and Soap felt himself getting nervous. Maybe they had luck and their wait was over.

"Well, stay at your position and wait for my orders." Soap ordered and the comms went silent again. Jason, who was sitting on a bench in a small site street eyed the car, as it turned around the corner and disappeared out of his sight. His right hand reached down inside of his jacket and he tightened his grip around the pistol he carried with him. If their targets were in this car, MacTavish soon would give him the order to come to the café and support their observation.

"Should I come out Captain?" Soap heard Roaches voice over his comms and quickly shook his head.

"No, stay in there Roach. Keep an eye on them." Soap answered and the Sergeant nodded to him, as the Captain turned his gaze to him. Roach was sitting inside of the café and kept an eye on his Captain, to support him, if something would go wrong.

Soap squinted his eyes as the black car stopped in front of the café and four men stepped out of it. It was hard to see their faces ´cause they all wore sunglasses and hats, which they had pulled down to cover the upper part of their faces. To not get their attention Soap quickly looked away as one of them looked into his direction; he hoped the man hadn´t noticed that he watched him get out of the car. Soap hold his breath nervous, the man seemed to look right into his head and wanted to read his mind. Soap leered up to him and the man gave him a weak smile before he nodded to the other three that were with him and all four took a seat on the table next to Soap and the Lieutenant. As Soap was sure the man wasn´t watching him anymore he let out the air he was holding but kept his eyes on his own table.

Recognizing movement on the table of their supposed targets Soap took another quick look at the men and saw that they had put their sunglasses and hats down. He quickly checked the men, before he was sure their targets had arrived. Somehow relieved he turned his head to the other side and whispered to Jason that he should come to the café now. A quick look to the rooftop, where Toad had taken his position and a nod, gave the sniper the sign that he should make himself ready to give them support, if the situation was getting too risky.

Shortly after Soap had given his orders to Jason, the young Sergeant arrived at the café and took a seat on an empty table behind Soap and the Lieutenant. Taking deep breaths Soap tried to focus on the conversation the four men had on their table. He knitted his eyebrows as he heard them argue about something. One of the men was clearly not satisfied with the behavior of the others. Soap could hear how anger swung in the voice of the man, but couldn´t exactly understand what he was saying. He cursed silently, why were they whispering? He thought this was their secret place, they don´t had to be quiet. Was it possible that they knew that they got watched? How could they? Headshaking he turned his comms on once more and contacted Chemo, who was sitting in a car with Poet, not far away.

"Chemo! I can´t understand what they are talking about." Soap whispered angry.

"That shouldn´t be a problem sir." Chemo replied enthusiastically and nodded to Poet, who was sitting in front of a laptop. The soldier immediately understood what his partner needed from him and quickly let his fingers flow over the keyboard. A few seconds passed, before Poet nodded to Chemo and the named one showed a big smile.

"We´re ready Captain." He told Soap and suddenly the Captain heard the conversation loud and clear over his comms. He smiled; it was a good idea to bug the tables in the café.

"What were you thinking? I told you to not make any business with the Russians. Don´t you remember that one of them was the reason for the war?" The one man said angrily and waited for any response from the others. As they stayed silent and hung their heads in shame, he shook his head and bristled with anger.

"What did they pay you? Was it enough to be responsible for the death of two people? Are you happy now?" He continued and crossed his arms. He couldn´t understand what the others had done.

"We didn´t know that the gas was toxic. He just told us to blow this base up, he didn´t say a word about gas." One of the man had the strength to answer back.

"That´s why I always told you to think about your actions. You know that they will find out who destroyed the base? Do you have any idea what this would cause to our family? I don´t know what I should tell your mum, if you all have to go to jail." The man said still angry.

"What do you want us to do? It´s done, we can´t turn back the clock." Another man joined the conversation and had to try his best to not yell at the other man.

"I want you to go to the police and tell them that you were the ones who did this." The older man demanded and earned shocked looks from his partners.

"Are you serious dad? They´ll send us straight to jail." The third man said and stared at his father in disbelief.

"That´s what you deserve." The older man just said and shot up from his chair.

"Dad!" One of the man now yelled and got the attention of everyone outside of the café.

"It´s not over now."

"What do you mean? What else is going on there?" The father asked and raised an eye brow.

"We got paid for another job." The younger man added and stared at his father with an evil grin.

Fear grew up in the older man and he shot his eyes wide open; he knew what his sons meant with that statement.

"Is money more worth to you then the life of your own father?" He asked with a shaking voice and tried to stand up from his chair.

"You were the one who always told us that money rules the world. Don´t you remember?" His son next to him whispered into his ear, as he grabbed one arm of his father and with the other hand he reached into his jacket and pulled a weapon out.

Before Soap had the time to realize what was happening Lieutenant Smith shot up from his chair, pulled his pistol out and pointed it to the man, who had risen just a few seconds earlier and now used his own father as shield. Quickly after that Soap did the same and pointed his gun to the second man and a quick glance to Jason told him, that he pointed at the third man.

"Put your weapons down or I´ll shoot him." The man yelled and pressed his gun against his father's head.

"Why should we care?" Lieutenant Smith yelled back and kept his gun aimed.

"Lieutenant!" Soap couldn´t hold a frantically yell back. There weren´t here to destroy this group and get rid of its members. Even if this man was a criminal they didn´t have the right to let him die.

"What Captain? If they want to shoot one of their own man, why should we care?" The Lieutenant yelled angry back.

"I´m not talking about my dad!" The man answered amused, as he saw the puzzled looks on his enemies face.

Soap wanted to ask the man, what he was talking about, as he heard Toad speak over the comms with a clearly fearful voice.

"Captain? I think we are in trouble now." Toad said and leered to the gun that was pointed to his head. He hadn´t heard the man coming and now he was forced to raise his hands in the air and hope that his Captain Wouldn´t do anything stupid.

Soap swallowed hard and looked into the café, to only see that Roach wasn´t at his spot anymore. Somehow Soap prayed that Roach had managed to leave the building and hide somewhere, to ease the situation, but his hopes soon got destroyed as he saw how Roach got dragged out of the café. Soap took a look over the whole scenario and his eyes widened in shock; their plan went totally wrong. In defeat he lowered his gun and gave the others the sign to do the same and they all let their weapons slip to the floor.

Soap hung his head as every one of them got dragged into a black truck and the door got closed behind him. Why was it always him that got captured? A look around told him that even Poet and Chemo got captured and with that there seemed to be no hope for them to got rescued.


For the tenth time this day, Price walked up and down in the room, anxious for the Russians to make a step. They had arrived five hours ago and Price already got depressed. He was sure that if they had to wait any longer, he would just storm the building and just kill every one, who was in there. Frustrated he snorted and took a seat on the old worn out, brown couch, that was standing in the middle of the room. He looked around and recognized that all of his teammates were as bored as he was. It wasn´t usual for them to wait and do not know what to do. If their enemies at least would make some calls, Price wouldn´t even mind if they weren´t useful for them, just to have something to do. Suddenly, as if his enemies could read his mind, Derek announced that someone in the house was making a call. The silent chatter in the room died down completely and everyone was listening carefully to the words that were spoken.

"What did they say?" Mandy asked as the call was over. She hadn´t understand a single word, Mandy didn´t speak Russian.

"They booked a table for four people in a Restaurant. Tonight at 7 o`clock." Price explained her with a sparkle of enthusiasm in his eyes.

"That´s our chance." Michael added and Price nodded in response.

"It´s a public place so we can send our two girls there without putting them into danger."

"Right. Derek?" Price asked.

"Sure thing Sir. A table for two at half past six, to observe the restaurant before they arrive." Derek answered smiling and Price putted him proudly on the back. The two men understood each other without much words.

"That means we have one more hour to get ready?" Chrissy asked in excitement and stood up from the chair, she was sitting, dragging Mandy out of the room.

"What are they doing?" Price asked puzzled and looked at the younger Captain.

"What do you think? They get ready to go out." He answered and shook his head in amusement.

The hour passed by very quickly and Chrissy and Mandy were on their way to the restaurant. It was a high class place and so both of them had put dresses on, to fit in there. Nervous both of them got out of the car, which was driven by Meat and Royce. The two soldiers had the order to drive the two girls and then meet with Price and Michael in a van, not for away from the restaurant, where they could watch what was going on in there and gave instructions to the two women. The other soldiers stayed back at their hideout, to observe if something was going on, whilst the others were away.


As Mandy and Chrissy entered the restaurant, they immediately got welcomed by a garcon, who let them to their table. With big eyes both women followed him, the scene was just too pretty to not take a look around. The restaurant was built in an old government building with stucco on the ceiling and big lusters hanging from it. The walls were painted in dark red and white and the window frames were covered with golden color. On the end of the dining hall was a little stage, where a string quartet was playing classical music. The garcon let them to a small table, covered with a white tablecloth, plates made of sterling and sterling cutlery. In the middle of it was a bouquet made of white and red roses. To Chrissy it was unbelievable beautiful in here, but she knew that she hadn´t have the time to enjoy the setting they were in. A look on the big clock on one of the walls showed her that they only had ten more minutes, till Makarov would arrive here. Taking a deep breath she heard Derek announce over the comms that Makarov and the woman had left the house. Here we go. She thought and looked at Mandy, who was pretty nervous. The young nurse looked around frantically and tapped nervous with one foot.

"Calm down Mandy. Everything´s will be fine." Chrissy tried to calm her down and smiled at the younger woman.

"I…I know." Mandy answered with a shaking voice and tried to hide how nervous she really was.

Chrissy felt sorry for her, she knew that Mandy was totally afraid that something could go wrong. It was the first mission where Mandy wasn´t there for back up. It was a big step ahead for her to be part of such an important mission and she didn´t want to fuck the situation up. Chrissy for herself was nervous too but she trusted her teammates to protect her from any harm. She knew that Makarov was a dangerous man and he wouldn´t waste only a sec to kill her and Mandy if he would find out who they were but she promised to herself that she would do anything she could to stop him. Sighing Chrissy tried to relax a bit, how should they know that she was part of a secret force? Her camouflage was perfect, she and Mandy fitted in here like every other person. Besides they were here to observe, not to start a fight. Smiling at her friend Chrissy heard Price speak that Makarov and his company had arrived at the restaurant.

Chrissy took a deep breath to calm down and turned around to look at the entrance curious to finally face her enemy. She saw a few couples come into the big hall and in the distance she recognized Makarov´s face. He was standing in front of the same garcon, who let Chrissy and Mandy to their table and after the man had doffed the jackets of them both off he signed them to follow him into the dining hall. As they came closer to Mandy and Chrissy's table she quickly turned around again, she couldn´t allow herself to stare too much at them. It would be rude and awkward. Chrissy heard the voice of the garcon near her ear and leered to her left, to see he was about to pass their table. Holding her breath Chrissy peered at Makarov and Natasha but quickly looked away as the woman glanced down to Chrissy and smiled. Chrissy could hear her chuckle as she continued to follow the garcon and as she was sure they were out of earshot she let the air out loudly.

She kept herself telling that Natasha just pretended to be friendly and just smiled at her to show good manners. Carefully Chrissy looked at the table Makarov had taken a seat; it wasn´t far away from their own table. Somehow confused Chrissy asked herself for who they would wait. They ordered a table for four person but right now it was only the two, who sat there. Would they meet with an associate partner? Maybe the ones who destroyed the base in the UK now where here in Russia and they were planning their next steps? Caught deep in her thoughts Chrissy at first didn´t realize the garcon, who had come to their table to take their order what they wanted to drink. The man in front of her cleared his throat and looked at Chrissy with one eye brow raised. As Chrissy still didn´t react, Mandy nudged her on her arm and Chrissy snapped out of her thoughts headshaking. She looked at Mandy confused, who smiled at her and pointed to the garcon. Showing an ashamed smile Chrissy ordered something to drink for her and Mandy and the garcon left still angry on the women´s behavior, to get their order. He came back only two minutes later, placed the drinks on the table and handed the both women the menu card, before he left and got back to Makarov´s table. Chrissy flipped the menu card open and her eyes grew wide as she saw how expensive the meals here were.

"With this money you could buy food that lasts for a week." She said in disbelief and Mandy started to chuckle.

"It doesn´t matter now. Just order what you want to eat." She heard Price tell her.

"Wow, really? You´re really generous Captain." Mandy answered back and looked through the card, to find something she wanted to eat, luckily for her the card was written in Russian and English.

"I´m not the one who has to pay the bill." Price replied with a smile.

"Us neither. We don´t get that much paid in the military." Chrissy said wondering who should pay their meals.

"I know, that´s why we send the bill to Mac. It´s no problem for him to pay this." Price said and Chrissy swore that he was smirking at his own statement.

"Well, if you say so." Mandy answered and soon she and Chrissy had ordered what they wanted to eat.

Chrissy and Mandy had finished their meal and both had to admit that it wasn´t something special. Sure, it was different from the meals they normally ate but they couldn´t understand why it was so expensive. Maybe the great location was the reason for the prices. Sated, both women leaned back in their chairs and watched Makarov sit on his table, finishing his meal. Till now no one else came to join him on the table and the two remaining chairs were still empty. Chrissy thought it was strange that he was here with this woman, they hadn´t talk a single word since they were here. Maybe this was the wrong place to get information out of them, maybe they just were here to eat something special and then head back to their hideout. Chrissy checked her purse, she had brought along, in it they had hide a small camera and a sound amplifier, to record their conversation. At least that was their plan but since there was no conversation there was nothing important to record.


"Can I have the next dance?" Chrissy got interrupted in her doing and looked up to meet with the dark brown eyes of a young man. Chrissy raised an eye brow, was he talking to her? Confused she looked at Mandy, who sat next to her and just shrugged her shoulders. Unsure what to do Chrissy just stared at the man, not giving him an answer.

"Come on. Don´t be so shy, I won´t bite you." The man continued and outstretched an arm in Chrissy´s direction.

"I don´t…" Chrissy was about to refuse his offer as she took a look at Makarov´s table and saw that he had left it. Afraid they had lost him she looked around in panic but saw him in front of the stage, dancing with Natasha. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes for a sec, before she showed a big smile to the young man in front of her.

"Sure, why not?" She said, took the man´s hand and followed him to the dance floor. Chrissy turned around once more and silently mouthed to Mandy that she should keep her eyes open. Mandy just nodded and kept her eyes on Makarov.

"I watched you the whole evening." The young man told Chrissy as they did their first dance.

"Really? Why?" Chrissy asked curious, was this man a pervert?

"It´s hard to not look at a beauty like you are." He told her with a grin on his face.

Chrissy just nodded and smiled at him. She felt uncomfortable right now, somehow this man was really weird. She was lucky that they played a fast song so they had to dance too close with him.

"You´re a really good dancer." The man continued still with that grin on his face.

"Thanks. The same to you." She said disgusting clearly in her voice. This man really was freaking her out.

"But I have to say it´s true what they say about blonde women." He suddenly said and his smile faded away.

"What do you mean?" Chrissy asked him puzzled and tried her best to keep an eye on Makarov, who still was on the dance floor.

"That they aren´t the smartest." He told her and Chrissy clearly could hear antipathy in his voice.

She was about to answer him as the music stopped playing and the next song began to play. Chrissy stood in front of the man and wondered what he wanted to tell her with that statement as he suddenly turned around and walked back to her table, where Mandy was still siting. First confused Chrissy shook her head and wanted to follow him, to stop him from dragging Mandy to the dance floor as she was grabbed by a hand and got turned around, bouncing against a well build chest. Angry Chrissy wanted to yell at the man, who had now laid his arms around her as she looked up and met with a face, she hadn´t expected.

"Oh, are you afraid my little nurse?" The man asked her in a deep voice, his Russian accent clearly hearable.

Chrissy just stared at him with big eyes, unable to say something. The man must have recognized her look ´cause he started to laugh crazy.

"You really think we didn´t notice that you were watching us? Come on, we´re not stupid." He told her and began to dance with her to the rhythm of the music.

"What do you want?" Chrissy whispered in a shaking voice. That wasn´t what they had planned.

"For now just the company of you and your friend over there. Come on and don´t try anything stupid, it would be a shame to shoot you." The man answered her and signed her to follow her to his table. Paralyzed Chrissy stood there, unsure what to do. She heard Price over the comms, yelling at her what was going on but Chrissy couldn´t answer. Fear had taken control of her; fear for her own life. Still unable to move Chrissy got grabbed roughly on her upper arm and as she glanced to her side she saw Natasha, who looked at her with squinted eyes and a hateful expression on her face.

Chrissy felt how her body began to shiver as she faced the woman. Why did she do this to her? Wasn´t it already enough? Chrissy felt how her eyes began to burn and she had a hard fight to hold the tears back, which were forming in her eyes. She swallowed hard as she realized the woman got impatient with her, she needed to do what they wanted from her and so Chrissy slowly walked over to the table and took a seat next to Mandy.

"Let me talk to your Captain!" Natasha demanded and waited for Chrissy to give her the earpiece she was wearing. In a state of Trance Chrissy reached up to her ear, still hearing Price yell into the comms, put it out and handed it over to Natasha. The woman took it with a smirk and put it into her own ear.

"Nice to hear you again Captain." Natasha said and took a seat next to Makarov, who sat there and smiled.

"Oh, such hard words from such a lovely man. You hurt me deeply." Natasha seemed to make fun out of Price´s furious screaming.

"Oh, if you come in now your other soldiers in your perfect hideout will die. What I want? Isn´t it obvious Captain? I´ll take these two girls with me and your men let us pass. Well Captain as I told you, if you try to stoop us we´ll blow your hideout, just like your base. I knew you would understand." Natasha said and turned the comms off.

"Come on. We´re leaving." Natasha told them and Chrissy and Mandy got forced out of their chairs.

"Just act normal and nothing bad will happen to you." Makarov told them as he started to walk to the entrance.

Mandy and Chrissy exchanged a look and both women knew they had no other change then to do what they wanted them to do. Slowly they followed Makarov out of the dining hall and waited for the garcon to give them their jackets back. With shaking hands Chrissy and Mandy put their jackets on and looked at Makarov, who had turned around and faced the two women.

"Come on. Don´t look so sad. Show me a smile." He said and as both didn´t do what he said Natasha stepped up to them, looked around and as she was sure no one was paying attention she gave both a slap in the face, making Mandy whimper in pain.

"Do what he says." Natasha added angrily and eyed the two women, who looked down to the floor in shame.

"Do it or I won´t be that nice again." Natasha said angrier and Mandy looked at her in fear. She didn´t want to get hurt. She swallowed hard and tried to show him a smile. Her mouth slightly switched to a weak and tortured smile. Chrissy on the other hand looked up at Natasha, shot her a killing glance and put on a disgusted face, before she smiled weakly.

"Good." Makarov said amused and opened the door to leave the restaurant.

As he got out he saw Price and his man standing on the other side of the street, looking at him angry but Makarov didn´t care. He knew they wouldn´t harm him now and snobbish he boarded the black truck, that was waiting for them outside. He took a seat and waited for Natasha and the two girls to join him. As all four sat in the car, he gave the driver the instruction to bring them away from here and slowly the car started to move.

Chrissy and Mandy sat in the car and kept her heads down, they didn´t want to look at their kidnappers. Their mission went totally wrong and now they were all alone. No one was here to help them out and they feared for their lives. Natasha, who recognized their stare to the floor smiled evil and turned the comms on once more.

"Captain?" She spoke into it and Price answered her disgusted.

"What now? Don´t you have what you wanted?" Price asked her in a harsh tone.

"Still pissy?" Natasha shortly asked back and smiled.

"What do you expect? Why do you need both? Can´t you let at least one free?" He tried to negotiate with her.

"Oh I could but I´m not in the right mood. Make me an offer. Maybe I change my opinion." She replied still smiling.

"An Offer? No, tell me what you want and I see what I can do." Price told her, he surely was desperate, otherwise he wouldn´t give her the opportunity to choose.

"Oh dear Captain! We all have to pay a Price." She answered him and turned the comms off again.