Military Base, Russia

We had been flying for over twelve hours in a CIA jet. Agent Chang was still as quiet as her pale companion, Charles, who didn't stop typing during the whole flight. When we landed in the airport, a sergeant of the Special Forces gave me my two golden Glock 9mm.

"We have arrived, inspector. Here is your credential as an Intelligence Consultant of the CIA. I hope you understand that I must verify that you are doing your job."

I took my two guns and checked the extra magazines that the sergeant gave to me. "Don't worry, agent; you just do your job and I'll do mine," I said, smirking.

We were in a Russian military base. Some officials of the Russian Federation Intelligence Force were already waiting for us. We got in one of the twelve armored SUVs that were going to takes us to a maximum security prison: Kratoski.