Chapter 26: Return to Sender

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(London is under a chemical attack. A telephone rings. The call is linked to the SAS headquarters in Hereford.)

SAS Intel Officer: O.C., we've got a caller with a lead on the chemical attacks. Says he'll only speak to you.

(The connection is established between Baseplate, Ronnie, Clyde and the caller.)

Baseplate: Identify yourself

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Baseplate: Identify yourself.

Lincoln: Pop Pop. It's Lincoln.

(Russia's movement across Europe is shown as SAS casualties are listed.)

Clyde: (sigh) We put a lot of names on the clock tower this week, bro

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Clyde: (sigh) We put a lot of names on the clock tower this week, bro.

(Rorke's profile is shown.)

Lincoln: It was Rorke. The bastard slipped through my fingers in Sierra Leone. What does MI6 know?

Ronnie: You're on everyone's shit-list, Lincoln. There's no way I could get you clearance.

(Images of their mission in Pryipat are shown.)

Lincoln: Don't give me that! You two still owe me for Pripyat, and I'm calling it in.

Baseplate: Easy, son.

(The multiple shipments' paths are traced from the cities which they were delivered to Algiers, which came from Bosaso, Somalia.)

Clyde: Alright. We've traced the delivery freighter to an outfit in Bosaso, Somalia. It's run by a nasty piece of work named Waraabe.

(Waraabe's profile is shown.)

Ronnie: Our hands are full with the bleeding at home, so you're on your own. Good hunting.

(As Lincoln and Tokuro plan their next move, pictures of the docks' security and personnel are pinned on the wall.)

Tokuro: What's the security look like?

Lincoln: Strictly second division. Local triggermen guard the compound.

(On the map of the docks, and entry point is drawn and Waraabe's office is marked the target.)

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