OOC: My sincere apologies for the delay, and for the poor quality of this post.
Embassy gates
The guard took the IDs and studied them carefully. They appeared legitimate, and a quick call to the Ambassador's office confirmed that the visitors were expected.. Everything seemed to be in order. What business HCSK intelligence operatives had at the embassy at this hour he did not know, but neither was it his job to be curious about such things. He handed back the IDs with a salute.
"Welcome, sir, madam. The ambassador is expecting you. Please proceed to the garage, someone will be there to take you."
Once inside the garage, the Katonazagis would be greeted by another guard, and taken through the labyrinthine interior of the embassy to the conference room.
Conference room
"Not to my knowledge, no", the Ambassador said in answer to La Guerra's question. "But I will distribute this to all our field operatives and technical personnel. It should only a matter of time before we find a match. I will then make sure he is placed under a discreet surveillance. But what worries me is that we do not know the extent to which MNIA has been penetrated. Where there is one agent, there is bound to be more."
At that moment, a secretary entered and handed the Ambassador an envelope. He opened it quickly, a worried wrinkle on his forehead. It only deepened as he continued to read.
"My friends", he said at last, "there has been a worrying development. I just received a letter from Director Cheney of the MNIA. I presume your respective embassies have received something similar. It appears that MNIA has become aware of our little operation, and are requesting our presence at a meeting ten thirty tomorrow. I don't know if they are aware that we are having this meeting, but if not, I would suggest we keep it a secret. Since we don't know how deeply MNIA has been penetrated by the enemy, it would be careless to show our full hand."
Aircraft hangar
Baraolt, Monavia
The sight of the shredded metal piece held under the mechanic's arm immediately attracted the the interest of the two agents. It could not be a coincidence. They exchanged a quick glance. No words were needed. Jackpot. ”Steiner's” hand went to rest on his side holster, seemingly casually, but allowing him to draw the weapon on a moments notice. The pistols were the only weapons they carried. A pair of submachine guns were stored in a hidden compartment inside the van, disassembled, in case heavier firepower was needed. They had elected not to carry them, instead deciding to rely on deceit, but now he suddenly wished for a more reliable protection than the Beretta 92 resting at his side. If this turned out to be an ambush by Lewis' goons, he had no illusions regarding their chances. While his partner went forward to talk with the mechanic, his trained eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for any signs of a trap.
”Haynes”, meanwhile, was not bothered by the mechanic's hostility. He retrieved a packet of cigarettes from his coat pocket and casually lit one, before answering her question.
”What we are looking for, madame”, he said finally, taking a deep drag, ”is a plane. A plane that was commandeered by a dangerous terrorist, bent on spreading chaos and anarchy through this country. This is a repair shop. And that”, he pointed to the metal piece, ”I believe is a part of said plane.
He lent forward, his eyes suddenly cold as a winter lake.
”Ma'am, let me remind you that cooperating with terrorists is a serious crime. It is a crime that our agency does not look kindly on, and neither does your local police. So unless you want to spend the next twenty years in a particularly unpleasant prison, I suggest that you start answering our questions.”
He blew out a puff of smoke.
”First question: How did this plane end up in your possession? Question two: Where is the owner of the plane? If you know his current whereabouts, I suggest that you disclose it to me know. I might just be so kind to drop the charges of cooperation with terrorists.”