Schwechat Airport, Vienna Austria
The
trip to Austria was uneventful; the two were able to catch up on some much needed sleep. When they arrived at the Customs Gate, their Interpol liaison was there waiting for them.
"Agent Reeds, Agent Roberts, it's nice to meet you, I'm Lieutenant Julius Claude. Now we must get to my office we have to get started right away."
"No problem, but what's happened since we left the D.C.?" Spencer inquires.
"
Ghost
has made another televised threat. They have the same terms, only a shorter deadline. They are giving your country twenty-four hours to begin moving out personnel, if not they kill one of the children in front of the whole world this time. After that it's one child a day until they run out or their demands are met."
"Well we better get going then," Sam says.
——
Please
have a seat," Claude says as they enter the briefing room at the Interpol office. The room is heavily decorated with pictures and maps hanging on the wall, files and folders are spread all over the tables. "As you can see," Claude continues, "we have been following
Ghost's
activity as well as Kloser's. It was no surprise when we received a call from your director asking for our help."
"How long?" Sam asks.
"Five years following
Ghost
, more than twelve for Kloser. So far we haven't been able to find anyone from
Ghost
or pin anything to Kloser. It was only recent Kloser become involved, since then the group has become more brazen as you can see."
"We have something now. Any idea where we start looking?" Spencer asks.
"As a matter of fact we do. We were planning a raid, before we expected your arrival, thought you'd like to join it."
"Of course we would," Sam says, not keeping the excitement from her voice.
Spencer just smiles, he would be happy to put an end to this and hopefully save a few young lives in the process.
——
Fredrich
cpmes bursting through the door of the manor; he has a grim look on his face. Hanson is puzzled to see him there.
"Where's Rudolph?" he asks.
Fredrich shifts uncomfortably. "Presumably dead. He sent me to the rendezvous point to wait for him and anyone else that survived the attack. The only ones to show up were the Feds; I had no choice but to leave."
"So you came here? You left Rudolph behind without confirming?" Hanson asks, raising his voice in anger.
"I didn't know what else to do sir," Fredrich says, his voice trembling.
"To think I was going to leave you in charge," Hanson says pulling out a gun. He shoots Fredrich in the head.
Kloser comes walking up to him a second later. "The police are here. Get the children moved, I'll distract them."
——
They
moved in on a large manor in the mountains. The trip there was silent as each person prepared themselves for the upcoming fight. No one was certain as to what to expect, but knew it wasn't going to be an easy fight.
Claude moves next to Spencer and almost in a whisper says, "I belong to an organization called the
Black List
. We know about your abilities, we share the same skills."
"There's a lot more to this curse?" he asks.
"Not a curse, but a gift from God. We hunt down demons and their minions. They're everywhere and could be anyone; it's our job to rid the world of them."
Spencer is blown away.
"I thought I was just one of a few," he says shaking his head.
"You still are they are not a whole lot like us. But the few that we are do as we are charged. Here take this," Claude hands him a clip, "These are better than the bullets you use."