"I've got something," Max and Taylor said together.
Kam came back into the door from the opposite way he had gone.
"Ladies first, my dear." Max rolled toward her. Kam stood behind them with his arms crossed. Something had him on edge, but they'd get to that in a minute.
Taylor scrolled through the chat she found. "This is a chat between whoever stole my identity and a buyer. They are going to make an exchange at the Anchorage Airport at 1700 today."
"We need to stop that exchange." Kam was already taking a step towards the door.
"Hold on, Ranger. That's not all. I was able to hack the buyer's profile. Turns out our friends at the FSB are the ones buying the information."
"Interesting." Max rubbed at the stubble on his chin. "I was able to trace your profile back to a company called Inerrant."
"Spartak," Kam growled.
"Well, that's a bit of a stretch." Taylor guffawed.
Kam smirked at her. "No one ever accused them of being humble."
"Did you know that it was Spartak this whole time?" She watched Kam praying, she didn't see deceit.
"I had a hunch, but no proof." He held her gaze. "If I had known for sure, I would have stopped it before it got this far."
"But then we wouldn't have met again."
"I guess God knew what He was doing then."
A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. "I guess He did. So what are we going to do to stop them?" She didn't want to ask, but she had to explore the possibility. "Can you make contact?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't exactly leave the organization on the best of terms. They blame me for abandoning Ian."
Taylor shook her head. "Who is running Spartak anyway? I thought that Alexis said his father passed away a month ago."
Kam didn't say anything. Taylor's gut sank. "Kam, who took over Spartak?"
"Rumor has it that Dasha Volkov took over when Alexis refused to come home."
Taylor furrowed her brows. "Ian's mother? I thought that she had died."
"She is not dead, and she will stop at nothing to amass her wealth. She will also do anything for her son."
"Ian is in a maximum security facility. There is no way she can get to him now."
"She might not be able to, but having the FSB in your pocket is a strategic move. The FSB would never side with Spartak. Not now that they were caught operating on US soil."
"We need to bring Schulz and VanKirk in on this. We need to make sure that this exchange never happens."
"I have an idea," Max said.
Kam neededto put the final nail in Spartak. His freedom, and now Taylor's, depended on it.
"What if we do an old KGB trick?" Kam stared at his friend. He had a feeling he wouldn't like this plan.
"You know. You take a fake briefcase and replace it with the real one. The guy goes to make an exchange and gets shot for bringing nothing with him to the deal?"
Taylor started to object, but Kam beat her to it. "Max, we'd like to keep the body count to as close to zero as possible. But you might be on to something."
Kam paced back to the computer where Taylor had been working. "What if we can switch the USB drive? How long would it take you to create fake schematics for a non-existent silo, Max?"
