Snippet #1277665

The extraction team came three minutes late. Metro traffic was a bitch. They parked the government car outside the market and entered on foot. Vladimir and Charles forced their way through the dense crowed. Both men wore hefty, black body armor and partial visors. Charles stroked the high-powered electron rifle they frequently used to take down runners.

A bullet ricocheted deadly close to Vladimir. He spun, catching a fleeting image of Stinger in his helmet IR sensor. The image was gone before he could draw his service pistol. So they continued through the crowd and into the alley, tensed and ready to open hell. The sight of Kyle and his very wounded agent brought some relief. He would be easy.

"Nice catch, toaster." They both laughed. "Us two will do the rest. Bag 'em Vlad."

Vladimir slipped a black burlap sack over the captive's head. He grabbed the zip ties and jerked the captive's arms up high. Travis winced. "No sonny, I'm not letting 'em down."