A Deal with the CIA

He then returned to Michael's office.

Inside, Michael was pacing, deep in thought. He looked up as David entered.

"It's done," David said simply.

Michael nodded, his expression still tense. "Good. Did anyone see you?"

"No, sir. We were discreet. They're being taken to a secure location as we speak," David assured him.

Michael sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This is getting out of hand, David. We can't keep playing this cat-and-mouse game with the CIA."

David stepped closer, his tone firm. "We have to stay ahead, Mr. Reyes. We can't afford any mistakes. What do you want to do next?"

Michael paused, considering his options. "Interrogate them. Find out exactly what they know and what their mission is. We need to understand their endgame. Okay, you know what, I'll come with you to their location. I need to hear this firsthand."