D.C. Harbor
Finding
Yonovich had never been hard. He always set up shop in the same harbor just in a different warehouse. The other thing that tipped them off was the yellow hummer he drove. Typically you'd see plenty of yellow hummers driving around in the D.C. area, but this was the only one with
Russian Pride
on its sides.
Spencer and Sam had been driving through the warehouses looking until Sam finally spotted it.
"There he is. How do you want to do this?" she asks.
"We wait, look," he says pointing. "Looks like he has a customer."
"He looks foreign, think it may be one of our guys?" she asks.
"Possibly." His look was that of disbelief.
Too convenient for that to be it.
"What are you thinking about Spence?"
"A plan."
The plan was for Sam to head around the back and wait for his signal. Spencer would walk straight to the front door and knock. Of course Sam thought it was a crazy idea, but this was Spence after all she rationalized.
Spencer walks up to the door and knocks.
Piece of cake.
A slot in the door opens and a gruff voice says, 'Who is it? Oh shit, it's you."
As the slot starts to close, Spencer puts his gun into it stopping it from closing. "Let's do this the easy way Viktor."
"Yeah, yeah, I was getting it opened for you," Yonovich says stumbling over his words.
Spencer and Sam had always been a thorn in his side. Every time he'd been busted for gun running to terrorists, not including all the times for gun running for criminals, he'd gotten out of charges. His lawyers had always managed to find something to get him free of charges or the right judge paid off.
The sounds of bolts being unbolted could be heard before the door opened. The door swung wide with Yonovich standing there arms wide open as to give Spencer a hug. "Spence," he says in a loud happy voice. "Long time no see."
"Hasn't been long enough Viktor," he replies. "Looks like I've crashed your party, sorry about that."
"Ah, it's no problem, just a get together with friends. If I'd known you wanted to come, I'd have called you," Yonovich says, his words dripping with sarcasm.
"With you Viktor, nothing is just a get together."
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Outside
Samantha watches with intensity waiting on his signal. When asked what that signal may be, Spencer replied he didn't know but it would be noticeable. She wasn't able to hear anything going on, but she knew if it got bad conversation wasn't going to matter.
When Viktor has a get together, it's never a simple one.
She decided on back up, Spencer always wanted to
play
hero, but this was too risky to get botched.
Pulling out her radio she calls dispatch. "Badge number 3647, Special Agent Roberts. Patch me through to Director Cornelius."
"Copy, please hold," says the dispatcher.
After about fifteen seconds Roger answered. "Cornelius here."
"Boss, we need back up at the harbor, warehouse 607."
"What have you two found?" he asks.
"It's Yonovich. He appears to be making a deal with what looks like a foreign national. No idea who. But its possibly one of our boys."
"Hang tight. I'll have a few teams there in five. Out."
She replaced her radio and drew her gun. Now it was a wait until the fireworks began.
Roger hit the hang up then dialed a quick number.
Finally we are gonna get somewhere.
It rang once on the other end before being answered. "Wiltkins."
"Doug, three teams and a chopper going, D.C. Harbor, warehouse 607."
"Roger that sir," Wiltkins replies.
"One more thing Doug, I want you to head it. This is too important to get screwed up."
"Yes sir."
He hung up the phone.
This is way too important.
He picks up the receiver again and dials another number. It took a few more rings than before. "Adams."
"Adams, get to my office, you're going to the field with me."
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Roger
reached the tactical garage just as Wiltkins was finishing his briefing. Adams seemed both nervous and excited at the same time.
Thankfully he isn't a chatterer when he's nervous.
The men started piling into the truck, remarkably silent. Training for the tactical team was extensive and costly, but the result was worth it.
"Are we ready Doug?" asks Roger.
"Yes sir," he replies. "Will you be heading in the chopper?"
"Yes and I'll be taking Adams here with me also."
"Very well sir, I'll take the lead truck." he nods to Roger then turns and leaves.
Adams thought it was odd he didn't salute or anything as such. "Kinda informal ain't it sir?" he asks.
Roger looks at him and says, "That's the way I like it around here. Especially with the military-like departments. Besides Doug and I go back a ways."
Satisfied with the answer Adams starts for the helicopter.
He'll make a good agent. Let's see how he does under pressure.
They climb into the helicopter and it lifts off seconds later.
The atmosphere was quiet only the sound of the rotors and instrumentation could be heard. This was usually how missions went. The men were too well disciplined. Roger always took opportunities like this to relax and gather his thoughts.
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