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Scarlet Rendezvous

... set up shop in the back of his van. The kidnappers still hadn't called. I explained to the guys everything that I knew about the situation, including all of the background information on Rick and our time in the desert. Briggs knew most of it already. He was in Afghanistan in 2020, and we worked with many of the same people.

After much discussion, we decided the best course of action might be to call in the FBI. More specifically, we would find the location of the Russians and set up a point of infiltration, but then hand things off to the feds. We weren't in some desert in the Middle East, and we didn't have any authority to kill anyone -- even if we could prove it was in self-defense. We didn't have clearance or any court order to be using Briggs' intel equipment, and we sure as hell didn't have permission to be toting around the assault rifles he had in the back of his van.

Still, there was something comforting about the guys I was working with. We'd all been through similar situations before, involving both kidnapping and hostage negotiation. These guys were seasoned and level-headed. They were trained professionals, specialists like me. If it came down to a raid, if it came down to busting into a warehouse with guns blazing, I was ready. I didn't give a shit about the law, or criminal consequences. I'd take my chances in court. Shoot first, explain later. It was Karina we were talking about. I wasn't going to let anything happen to her, no fucking way. I'd save ...

... her, even if it killed me.

The other guys didn't feel the same way. They were there for consultation, and for tactical support only. Rustin wasn't going to climb onto a roof with his sniper rifle and tripod, and start blowing people's heads off. Not in Tampa Bay, or wherever the kidnappers might be. He'd go to jail for that. Now, he could climb onto a roof with his binoculars and give me info on the positions of the assholes who had Karina, and he was willing to do that. Just like Briggs was willing to trace their calls and hack into their phones and computers. That kind of shit was easier to cover up and deny later.

It was a long Sunday morning. After the intel gadgetry was up and running, after my cellphone was connected to all the latest James Bond technology, time seemed to stand still. We drank coffee and played cards, and took naps in shifts. Every so often, one of us would leave the van to take a piss in the restrooms in the Hyatt lobby.

Then my phone rang. It was Natalia. She was hysterical.

"They're going to kill Karina!" she was saying.

"Who?" I said. "Did they call you again?"

"Yes! They just called me! They put Karina on the phone! She sounded so scared! You have to do what they say, please!"

"Okay," I said. "I'm trying. We're pooling our resources right now. We're actually waiting for the kidnappers to call back with instructions. We're going to get Katrina back safely, I swear to god. I won't let anything happen to her."

"I'm so scared, ...