* * *
Striker and Shiv were head-to-head over something when Gunner walked in.
“She’s here,” he heard Alegria say to them as she pointed to a rough drawing.
“Gunner,” said Striker, the first to look up.
Gunner looked more closely at what the two men were studying. “What is this?” he asked.
“An apartment.”
“Where on the compound is Petrov exactly?” he asked.
“Unknown, for now, but we’ll find him,” Striker answered.
Gunner studied the access points that they’d determined were weak.
“There’s someone else here,” said Alegria, pointing to a different area.
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you have a theory?” he barked.
“Negative.”
“Why does he have Raketa? What does he want with her?”
“I haven’t been able to determine the reason, sir,” she answered. “He did summon her earlier.”
“And you know this, how?” Gunner demanded.
Alegria looked at Striker.
“Tell me you didn’t plant anything.”
“We don’t intend to leave her in there long enough for anyone to find it,” Shiv answered.
Gunner got up from the table and looked out the window. “Five minutes was long enough for it to be discovered,” he muttered.
“What’s the plan, Gunner?” asked Shiv.
“I’m going in tonight.”
“Where?”
Gunner pointed to an area on the drawing. “I want Armenian transport arranged.”
Shiv nodded. Everyone knew the Azerbaijanis and Armenians were mortal enemies. In the position they were in, only Armenians could be trusted not to hand them over to Petrov.
“To where?” he asked.
“London,” Gunner answered.
“It’ll be taken care of.”
Gunner motioned with his head for Shiv and Striker to follow him outside.