Majors pauses for a moment, thinking. The smile slowly disappears. "I don't work for the Russians and they don't want me any way. I did not kill those girls, I was saving them. Just not for the Russians. Or you. They have a.. special purpose. Kill me, and you will be just as lost as the KGB."
All right cut the $%^^! What do you mean you were saving them? saving them for who? That pile of corpses we left behind? What does this all have to do with that first mission start talking?
Smith says while slamming Majors in his wound with the butt of his .45,
"I enjoy killing communists anyway. Been doing it my entire adult life. Are you working for Mossad? We have them and well when someone is under my protection all would be perpetrators get slotted. Protecting this secret will not help you or them. We will get the information eventually"
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Majors shakes his head. "You said you have the documents, it should be quite clear what they are for and just how important it is that they remain alive, which, to my knowledge, they still are. Now that you have eliminated most of their protection, well..."
Smith looks the man up and down and says, "Well, Majors, you brought this large pile down upon yourself. We want the name of your contacts, what agency you are working for. Protection, my left trigger finger is all those folks need, you best believe that."
Can you smell the pile of horse sh$! you are feeding us here Majors? Or did Smith break your nose? Oh wait we haven't done that, YET. Now tell me why you felt the need to pull a gun on me to deliver those women to "protection". Or better yet why do they need protection in the first place? What do you know that they know that we don't know?
Smith says, "That can also be arranged."
Majors pauses for a moment finally deciding that he can't continue this game, watching Smith making him nervous. He sighs, several hours of questioning showing on his face.
"You realize that by telling you any of this, I'm signing my death warrant? There is more than just the Russians, the Afghanis, the U.S., and the Moujihadeen in this little conflict. I represent one of those interests. Conflict is good for business. It builds ingenuity and everyone wants a piece of that. That Russian Captain's family are plants, but you've probably figured that out. They are carrying the answer to a forty year old riddle. I'm trying to get them back to the States for safe keeping. Unfortunately, their importance is becoming too public.." He pauses after this looking at the 3 of you. "So now what? You want to kill me now, or let them deal with it? Either way, we're all dead."
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So this all has to do with that old Nazi science camp. But how? We need more information from you and if you are as sure to be dead then why not spill the beans Major. You tell us everything that we need to know and we will let you live. Not sure how long it will take for your employers to track you down but that is on you.
Macomb says taking a sit staring into the operatives eyes for any sign of lying.
Smith says, "If you tell us who these people are, Mac, Carter and I are extremely good at eliminating people and organizations. At this point, those people do not know we have you and wouldn't know this SAS soldier is on the warpath against them."
Majors looks at each of you in turn, but what he is looking for in your faces is difficult to determine. "Perhaps I wasn't clear. They don't go by a name or any such meaningless things. They work through contacts and dead drops. Like you. I don't know how big they are, but I do know they mean business. " He slowly takes one of his shoes off, showing you a burn mark on the bottom of his foot. It looks consistent with a branding iron. "Regardless of what you do, they will get to me. That much is certain. As for you, they know you are involved. It's only a matter of time before they decide you're a threat. " He sighs, the weight of inevitability on his shoulders. "The girls are being taken to a transfer location. The coordinates are in those documents. "
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Correction Majors the girls were being taken to a transfer location. They are safe now. We made sure of that. You still haven't told us what you know of the cave and the experiments. Enough dallying I want to know what is the composition of the sh!$ that we stepped in.
"Safe? How did you make them safe? Do you even have them in custody? Those girls carry the answer to the formula you found in that cave, Macomb. They are the key to a weapon that will change this war and all wars to come. Whoever has this weapon will be a force to be reckoned with. You can guess just how many people want it."
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Smith laughs, "Yes they are safe and in custody. Stop f##*ing around. Give us the real information. You cannot serve two masters. It seems to me losing a leg by hand is much worse than a scar on the foot. Are you looking for a way out or do you want us to let them get you and I would guess your family as well? I want to slot the lot. The general, the conspirators. Every! Last! One! Majors, it seems that in spite of all evidence to the contrary, you keep on underestimating Mac and I's skills and determination to see this through. Sua Sponte! Give us a g!$ d$!ned address and Mac and I will render this cabal or Mossad or whatever completely destroyed. Not to mention I will enjoy the challenge."
"You can't save me. The CIA wants me silenced, the KGB wants me dead, and these people don't like loose ends. The house you took me out of was the last meeting place with my contact. I haven't heard from her since you got me out of there. Find her and you'll have your answers. Or maybe you won't. I don't know all she knows. Go to the coordinates on the documents, she will probably be there. She's Moldovan, shouldn't be hard to pick out."
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What was her name? You had to call her something.
"She only goes by Antonova. I presume it's a fake name, as it's Russian."
Smith says, "What does she look like? Any distinguishing features, tatoos, scars or the like?"
"Looks like she could handle herself in a fight, always seemed to have a smirk on her face, as if she knew something funny that no one else could know. Dark almost back hair, blue eyes. If she has any scars, I haven't seen them. Not that I.. well, if I had known her some other way, I'd have made a pass at her."
Smith says, "OK we have the location and her nom de guerre. What date is the meet?"
"We were just going to deliver them when you showed up.."
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Let's check on our ladies while Majors here is off the stage for a bit.
Macomb looks over at the "reporter" and then continues quietly to Smith alone.
We should probably at least make contact to update control.
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Speaking with Control, you finally hand over Majors to authorities to be brought back to the States for 'proper' questioning. Control is impressed with your success, but you are.. "only one step closer to finding out who Majors actually works for. We lost Antonova and you're going to have to find her eventually, but that isn't our top priority right now. Right now, we want you to lay low for a while, take some time to get the lay of the land and as soon as we get wind of her movements, you'll be the next to know."
Smith says, "The best place to get passports is in Karachi at the airport. We need to take pictures of the ladies, boil some water to raise up the laminate and then an electric iron or a hair drier to reseal them."
Smith will have his AK with him until they fly to Paris.
Forage
Sounds like a plan I'll get in touch with a counterfeiting ring I heard of in the area and put them to work. Also I put in a phone call to Paris and there's a vehicle waiting for us.
After making a few calls and putting some things into action, you feel as if you are ready to go. Natalie does her best to get you what she can, but as this whole operation isn't official, it's difficult. Nonetheless, after about five days, the counterfeiting ring that Mac contacted is able to come up with documents for the woman and her daughter in order to pass through airport security. Now to get them to the airport safely and get tickets to travel...
Smith says, "We should start out journey to Paris not by going the obvious route through Karachi but we can take a charter through a smaller airport to say India and then on to Paris, or we can cross the Indian border by car."
Macomb thinks about it a bit and says I would opt for the small charter flight to India over crossing by car. We would need to secure a car for transportation. I used my contact to line up a vehicle in France for us. We would have to creatively secure a vehicle here.
Smith says, "Makes sense, crossing the Pakistan - INdia border by car would require extra documentation for the vehicle."
Smith then jumps in the current vehicle with his AK and then they drive towards the the closest airport.
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To navigate here is my survival check
Smith decides that being short on cash is not helping your small group any and hits the pavement, attempting to put word out to some of his old friends. Unfortunately, few of them operate in Pakistan at the moment, so it takes a few days to finally get a response. Zhob is not a large town, but having the small airport nearby helps get traffic through and eventually at the predetermined dead drop, Smith gets a hit. A simple coded message details the money and the package. In the airport lockers at Zhob is a bag containing about $10000 worth of Soviet money. You are to simply deliver half of it to a drop in Paris. The other half is yours. The trick is getting to the locker and getting it open. No one knows what happened to the key, but the registered owner is certified dead with no next of kin noted...
What are your thoughts Smith? I can create a diversion and you can do a smash and grab?
Smith says, "We can grease his palms. $100 to get $10,000 is a fair trade, no? If it doesn't work we could still snatch and grab it."
Well we only get to keep 5k but I see your point. But who do we pay off? I suggest first we find out more about this locker storage area. I should have enough to rent a locker.
Macomb packs up a duffel bag of clothes and other equipment and heads to the airport to rent a locker.
Smith nods.
He goes with Macomb to the airport and then follows the signs to the locker area.