ACRO

E9

"What can I get you?" asked Sam, to a woman standing by the table.

"Two Rose's, please." smiled the woman.

After Sam was done handing her her drinks, a man stopped before her, someone she recognized very well. His blonde hair shone in the dim light and his green orbs were glued on her.

Harry.

"Stoli on ice." he said, quietly.

She immediately nodded and took out a glass, keeping it on the table.

"What's up?" she asked, pouring the liquor into the glass.

"Satellite. Hacked. It's called E9." he said, softly.

Sam glanced around cautiously, to make sure nobody was listening.

"What am I supposed to do?" she said, handing him his drink.

"I'm parked outside." he said, after gulping down his drink and walked away.

Outside the bar, Harry sat in his car, looking out the window as the autumn breeze blew inside. The very next moment, the left, front door of the car opened and Sam seated herself on the seat next to him.

"Go ahead." she said, as Harry started to close the windows of the car. He then switched on the radio as precaution, in case there was an eavesdropper around, and handed Sam a file with all the information relating to the mission.

"E9 is a tracking satellite, mainly to track terrorist hideouts in the Middle East. It's the same one that tracked the Islamiyah League Headquarters in Lebanon."

"Okay." she said, as she went through the pages of the file.

"Katrina Williams and Matt Stone are the guys you're gonna need."

"Williams, the hacker girl?" asked Sam.

"Yes. And Stone's a private investigator and part-time photographer in Brooklyn." he said.

"You'll find Williams working as a nurse in a clinic called 'Kristen's' in Baltimore and Stone's gonna be in D.C. next Saturday, meet you at your bar. Make sure to call him once your shift's over. His phone number is emailed to you." he said.

"Okay."

"We've traced the source to a warehouse in Quincy Street, the address of which is emailed to you again. Currently, there are five suspects in custody, being interrogated, out of which, only one is the mole of whoever's behind this."

"And we're supposed to find out who's behind this." she confirmed.

"You and your team are, yes." he said, quietly.

"And what are you gonna be doing?" she asked, slight confusion filling her senses.

He sighed and a weak smile formed over his lips.

"Now that the boss knows, he won't let us work together, obviously. I'm in charge of cover-ups and more intel on the satellite."

"Oh." she said, quietly, her eyes lowered.

"You had to tell him about us." muttered Harry, shaking his head.

"I told him after we were done, Harry." she said.

"Well, he still gives me that 'you screwed my daughter' look and has mentally declared Lebanon our last mission together."

She looked at him, the impassive layer over her eyes disappearing for a moment as a chuckle left her lips.

"I'll talk to him if that's what you want."

"Don't, please." he said, making her laugh.

"Okay." she said, opening the door of the car and getting out of it.