Rainbow Six: Broken Arrow

Epilogue

ONE WEEK AFTER OPERATION BROKEN ARROW

President Jack Ryan watched the TV screen in the Oval Office in complete silence. The US Foreign Intelligence apparatus was falling apart. The Director of the Central Intelligence Agency fled the country, classified documents had been leaked to every major press corporation, and the FBI began investigating the CIA Director's collusion with the terror organization called the "Soviet Reunification Front". The documents also confirmed the existence of the CIA operative codenamed "Archer" and made it seem as if he assisted the director in his illegal operations.  Every news station in the country was reporting on this quagmire.

"He outed my operator, Mr. Ryan, and then dragged Archer's name down with him," Ding said holding his head in his hands.

Jack shook his head, "At least the kid isn't around to see this."

"I suppose," Ding said, still deep in thought. "How's talks with Russia going?"

"About as well as you could imagine. Our head of foreign intelligence just got caught supporting one of their largest domestic terror organization. They want us to take action against anyone involved. A head on a platter, if you will."

Ding looked up quickly, "Well, we can make good on one of those demands. We just need intel on his location."

"I can make that happen." With the current technology, the president has many ways of locating people of interest, so much so that it scared him. "Who are you going to get to... do the deed?"

Ding made eye contact with the president and they both immediately thought of a team that would more than gladly take care of Kingsley.

"I can have Kingsley's location in about an hour. Get Harry to spin them up." The president said as he walked to his phone, and Ding rushed out the door en route to the airport. 

***

Kingsley was content with the way things turned out. He had won. Sitting in his leather chair, a glass of Lagavulin in his hand, he smiled. His dream of complete solace in the wilderness was made a reality thanks to the Soviet Reunification Front's stupidity. After having some time to think, he realized that maybe the US raid on the Bahamas wasn't that bad after all.  Sure he could have squeezed more money out of Romavich, but this was enough. 

He laid low from American investigations in his remote cabin in British Columbia that he had constructed in secrecy the last year. Although the FBI was very close with its Canadian counterpart, it was a much better option than Mexico where he would be much more likely to be sold out or even killed by the many cartels he had made enemies out of. Besides, he liked the cold more. 

Kingsley's specialty was secrecy and covert action, and he used those skills to his advantage. He was confident in those abilities. 

His attention was caught by one of his bodyguards walking by the window. After his departure from the US, everyone he had hired for his security detail was international in origin. His main worry was hiring someone who recognized him and had a patriotic heart. He made sure none of them knew who he was, or gave a shit.

He almost didn't hear the untraceable landline ringing from his deep thoughts. He picked up the handset and brought it to his ear. "Hello?"

"Steve. How is Canada treating you?" The British accented voice on the other line said. It was the mystery man known as "Draco." He was an infamous string-puller both on the world stage and the criminal underworld. If you needed some tanks, intel, guns, or even men, you called Draco. His goods came at no small price, but Kingsley was smart enough to turn a blind eye and even cover up Draco's more illegal business dealings, in turn for a favor in the future.