He listened closely, he'd heard bits and pieces about Mr. Clinton and his exploits within MI6. The man was a master at his skillset, of which was transcription. The possibility of the document being altered after leaving Mr. Clinton's hands is very likely. "Alright, we'll roll with your gut feeling then. I'll make a few calls before I get ready to go. If you think it's Manslev, we should start there. He said, knowing a little on the case, but she seemed to have a part to play in the solving the case itself. He brought his hands together and yawned a bit as he looked at the time, not realizing that it was really later than usual.

Then she stated she was going home to pack and learn her cover for their little excursion onto Prussian soil. "I'll be picking you up early in the morning for the plane ride. Though he couldn't believe the first actual assignment he was given outside of Britain would be in Prussia, the other side of the wall...

He chuckled at her words, the names were corny, but they were better than average joe names, the names that would give agents away. "Honestly, I don't know, but it'll get the job done. Though until after this job, I'm now Mr. Vonhammer." He chuckled as he closed the file and stood, tucking it under his shoulder. "So I'll be seeing you tomorrow Mrs. Vonhammer" He said giving her a smile before following her out of the office, but instead of heading out the door, he went to the copy room to see about checking the documents through his friend who was a sergeant within the station. He stayed at the station for a little over two hours longer than what he'd planned, but he had the sergeant give him a proper analysis of the document and he came to the same conclusion as Alden's partner.

Walking back to his Apartment down the road, he walked in, and prepared for the next week. Three suits ready to go at any time a couple magazines for boredom and a passport with his ghastly name and brief boring history. He then went to the mirror and shaved his face clean of any facial hair he had.

A grin erupted on Elsa's lip as her partner seemed to listen to what she was saying. It was at this moment above anything else that she felt that this move was a good choice. Most men who met her told her exactly what they thought and steamrolled right over her own conclusions. She had already set up a second front to defend her case and she was over the moon she didn't have to use it. As he spoke, Elsa picked up a pen and wrote down on a scrap piece of paper her apartment number, and the buzzer number. She then moved over to her coat putting it on as he stood up with the file. She smiled to herself as he addressed her in her code name, and turned around grabbing her file and ID as she spoke evenly, "Alright. I can do zat, Mr. Vonhammer. See you bright an early darlin!"

She opened the door, letting him follow behind her as she headed downstairs, waving at Ms Celda as she headed out towards the street. It took her about ten minutes by transit to get to her apartment, and once she was actually inside, she let out a breath of exhaustion. She kicked off her shoes and pulled the band out of her hair to let it tumble down her back. She tossed her coat and purse on the elegant pea-green sofa that clashed awkwardly against the pink walls. Multiple boxes filled the small hallway, kitchen and bedroom. Some partly open, some closed with Russian scribble set onto the sides. Elsa slapped her palms on her hips and bit her bottom lip, "Alright! Which one of you buggars is first."

After about an hour, Elsa was staring down at her bright orange luggage cases. Six dresses, three shirts, two pair of pants, two pairs of shoes, a set of her favourite blue pyjamas and a small jewellery carrier. Aside from clothes, she put a few records and some Mad-libs into the side of the case, along with some of her toiletries and makeup. She turned to her black purse and put in her essentials including her wallet and fake ID before she headed towards her bathroom, stepping over a few boxes to grab a book on horses set on a stool beside the bath. She opened it up as she began to brush her teeth, going over the different breeds and techniques used for breeding.

Minerva Vonhammer was a horse breeder when she wasn't playing the doting wife, so Elsa figured she better know something about horses in case it came up in conversation. She read for about half an hour, before looking at the case files one more time. It was in this position that she fell asleep only to be woken up by the blaring noise of her alarm. She shot up quickly looking outside to see the sun shining through. She then looked at the time and leapt out of bed quickly, running to the bathroom to change and get ready.

A short while later she was dressed in a tight-fitting aqua blue and white dress with long sleeves and a short button up collar. She paired this with some bright yellow tights, T-strap white kitten heels and her knives, her favourite being her Spetsnaz knife. Her hair was set in her usual ponytail with a slight bump at the top, along with a pair of large yellow sunglasses which were way to big for her face. She grabbed her long navy blue coat which she threw on top and then packed up what was left. She was just closing the suitcase when she heard the buzzer. She ran towards the door, tripping once before she arched up to poke the busser, "Hello..Mr....I mean Brian...I vill be down in a second."

She waited for a response before she left the buzzer to grab her luggage and head down to the lower level. When she headed outside she waved at Alden, turning around to show him her outfit, "Morning! Oh...my you look vay better without that crap on your face. More refined. How do you like the outfit today? Very mod, isn't it! I think that's vat the kids call it, nowadays!"

She watched his face for a moment and frowned, "You don't like it! I can see it in your expression! You...Just take my damn case then!"

She pushed down her sunglasses, which made her look like she had bug eyes, and held out her orange suitcase "Vat?? Vat is so funny!!!"

Going through half a pack of cigarettes, Alden read over Mr. Vonhammer’s details. Pretty bland read since the history was practically a desk job and te process of buying and selling horses and different breeds of such. At some points in the night he considered turning down the job, but he would in turn be leaving his new partner twisting in the wind. And even though he didn’t want to admit it, he found her attractive the only thing he’d have to fix is her stupid sense of fashion.

Hours passed, cigarettes burned, coffee was consumed, then he packed the rest of his luggage, keeping the bare essentials, on top of the suits, he had four pairs of casual attire, pajama pants and a few other things including his straight razor and steel comb. After closing the suitcase he looked at his clock and saw it was a little after midnight. ”Better hit they hay or else I’m gonna be late.. He then realized he made a pun by accident and shook his head in disgust in the accidental joke that is Mr. Vonhammer.

Waking up early he showered before packing his soap, shaving once more to make sure he was clean for the next day or so. After he finished up, he put on a regular black and white suit nothing fancy but nothing too casual before leaving his apartment and getting a taxicab for them. Pulling the sheet of paper out he navigated to her apartment. He buzzed for her a few times though she was taking a while. Then she opened the door her outfit worked except for the pairing of bright yellow tights and yellow sunglasses. Good morning... he held the laughter back as he looked at her but was smiling a bit too hard to talk. Then her orange suitcase just caused him to laugh as he picked it up and went to the taxi. ”You really persist on yellows, it doesn’t fit nearly as well as neutral colors especially when it comes to your sunglasses and your legs when you’re in that outfit.” He told her knowing that lying would only reinforce it and she already knows his opinion on the ghastly color.

After a moment he opened the cab door to let her in before climbing in himself.”Well, lets get going before we miss the plane. We’ll worry about your choice of colors later.

Elsa shook her head, moving into the cab first before she spoke up to the cab driver, "Ve vill be headed to Heathrow, my love. If you can get us there as fast as possible, we will give you a nice tip."

The cabbie turned around and touched the lip of his baker's cap, "Of course m'am. As fast as I can."

When Alden was settled beside her she crossed her legs and leaned over, popping up her glasses before she spoke in an annoyed voice, "'Ve'll vorry about your choice in colour', he says. Look at vat you are vearing! You don't have a pop of color on you! I think you just have an aversion to fashion."

The cabbie perked up, "I think the young miss looks great! Pop of yellow suits ya!"

Elsa squealed heartily, then smacked Alden lightly, "See...I knew the outfit vas good! You are definitely getting a good tip."

She turned to Alden and gave him a teasing scrunched up face, before smirking at him as they headed off to the airport. When they arrived, the cabbie got out and opened the door for her, "Ere ya are with plenty of time to spare. It will be around five pounds sixty."

Elsa dug through her purse, handing him a ten pound note, "Thank you so much! For both the good service...and the compliments."

She turned to Alden who was getting the bags and popped on her sunglasses, "Do you need help love, or can you grab both the bags?"

He kept quiet throughout the taxi journey, he really didn't feel like fighting Elsa on her fashion style and instead read through some of the notes that he scrawled down the night before, knowing that he needed to have the details down. The only problem was the heckling of his partner and the taxi driver of whom egged her on.

When they arrived at the airport, he got out to let Elsa out, but the cabbie got to her first, so instead, he grabbed her bag and his suitcase and carried them over into the airport. "Have your fun?" He asked keeping the annoyed tone out of his voice as he walked. "Anyway, when we're on our flight I'll cover a few notes with you to make sure that we're covered... at least for most situations." He said, as he gave a few exit strategies a lot of thought, but until they made it he wouldn't know for sure, having all the friends in the world doesn't beat a good bug-out strategy.

Elsa followed along with Alden, giving him a smirk as he asked if she had her fun, "I'm always having fun, love! Also sounds like a plan! Best to be over prepared than under prepared!"

Suddenly they reached the line-up for check in, and she pulled out her ID looking up at Alden pensively, unsure if she should trust him with something so personal. After a few minutes, she spoke softly, her eyes facing the desk attendant, "I...don't...like...planes by the vay. I have never been comfortable vith the thought of being thousands of feet up in the air, vith novhere to go but down. So if it's alright vith you I vould like to have the aisle seat. Please?"

After a few moments they arrived at the counter and Elsa's mood lightened as the attendant perked up, "Good Morning. Can I grab your name and passport please."

Once Alden had popped down the bags Elsa took his arm, her tone light an airy, "Mr and Mrs Vonhammer! I'm Minerva, and this groovy stud muffin is my husband, Brian."

She turned to him and gave him a too wide smile, putting on an act of dim-witted delight, "Vat? He is a stud muffin, isn't he? I vas such a lucky girl to snag him vhen I did."

The lady smiled awkwardly, looking over the passports before talking, "Yes. He's very handsome. Here are your boarding passes, and baggage tags. Please head over through to gate 12."

Elsa took the passes and tags quickly, "Thank you darling! Have a good von!"

As Elsa and Alden headed towards the plane, she let go of his arm, looking up at him, "Vat? I didn't mean to tease you! I mean I did...but...I can't help it! Your reactions are just too funny!"

-------The Plane

After they were fully checked in and sitting in their first class seats. Elsa sipped her vodka and ice with fervour, trying to relax before the plane was setting off, "So vhat notes did you have to go over?"

She eyed the other few passengers in her area. Most, apart from one middle eastern man in a white kanduras and red thobe, were middle-aged white men and women in various coloured suits and dresses. She looked them over individually, noting small distinctions like a man with glasses, a woman with large pearl earrings, a couple with matching ascots, and one man who was fixing a pair of purple cufflinks, and paying too close attention to the stewardess. Suddenly the plane started to move, and Elsa shut her eyes, instinctively grabbing Alden's arm and squeezing it. After a few moments, she forced herself to let go and muttered a quick, "Sorry."

She shivered, downing the rest of her drink, as the plane took off the ground. After a few short breathes she opened her eyes and tried to perk herself up, "Alright..Come on. You've survived Stalin! You can survive a plane. Okay...So notes?"

As they approached, he sighed as she told him that she was nervous about planes. He could share the sentiment somewhat as well, but he didn't really want to say anything. "It's all yours, I don't mind sitting at the window. He said as they approached the counter to pick up their tickets. The performance kinda made him feel uncomfortable, but he didn't really mind being complemented as such, even though she was just playing her part. "Really like the reactions eh? I do have to say, you sure are the funniest partner the department has put me with yet..." He said setting their luggage on the cargo conveyor belt, before boarding the plane with her. There was a lighthearted childlike fervor to how she worked especially when trying to play a doting wife.

When they boarded the plane, he noticed a few individuals but nothing too out of the ordinary. A stout was waiting for him upon his seating along with the vodka that was requested by his 'wife'. Then as soon as they were moving he felt her grab his arm and squeeze for a few moments before a small apology escaping from her. "So, I compiled a list of these notes that list out a commonality between us and what we would know, so if someone comes asking for one of us, we both can tell a same story." He explains handing her the new notepad that had the first ten pages filled out in his cursive English handwriting. Upon handing her the notepad, he took hold of her hand and gripped her tightly. "Take a few deep breaths... Everything will be okay if you stay calm and hold my hand, and focus on those notes, we'll be back on the ground before you know it. He said giving her hand a squeeze that didn't hurt but definitely showed the strength from his military days.

Elsa took the notepad, smiling awkwardly at him as tried to help her calm down, appreciating him holding her hand. She settled down slightly giving him a small smile, "Thanks...I'm slightly embarrassed at my reactions. I assure you, not much else really puts me off my game. Anyvays..."

She lifted the notepad and started reading, "You've scripted out quite a life here. How ve met, vhere we live? Friendships. Cat! Hahaha. See I knew you vere a cat person. Fluffy? Very nice."

She laughed and continued reading, "Oh...our vedding vas so sweet. Swept away to the Swiss Alps. Vay too expensive, but I suppose Minerva vould like that."

She finished off the notepad quickly and handed it back to him, going over the different peices in her head, "I am good vith all of it apart from how we met. Minerva, I mean, I vould approach you first, at the casino. I like to think that she is the type of girl who gets what she wants. Otherwise, I am fine with our story. Your best friend Peter seems like quite the character. You two get into a lot of shenanigans."

The flight attendant interrupted a few seconds later, "Would you like another drink, miss and you as well sir?"

Elsa nodded, "Yes, please. Also, can you send two over to that couple over to the left? Put it on our bill."

The attendant looked over to them then smiled, "Of course."

Elsa turned back to Alden with a smile, crossing her legs over so that she was leaning away from the aisle, "They looked like they needed a load off. That voman hasn't smiled since she got on this flight. Um...not to get too personal, but because this topic has burned me in the past. I have a scar. Big one. It's on my torso, so if its seen people will ask vhat happened. I usually say it was an accident during childhood. A car accident or something like that. Do you have anything similar I should know about?"

"I understand, though there's not much to worry about, these planes are state of the art, though I can understand the feeling of just not being on the ground. He said smiling over to her as he let her scan over the notebook. He was glad she was amused with most of it's contents. In all honesty, he was more of a dog guy, but cats didn't bother him too much, and fluffy seemed like a sappy enough name for the type of cover they'd be in.

When the attendant came over, he gave her a nod "The darkest stout you've got please." he requested before looking out the window as Elsa offered to pay the check of someone else, he honestly couldn't care what she did with some of the finances, there was plenty to earn from this, and a bit more going to the British government wouldn't hurt too much. The clouds rolled with a fervor, a storm was coming, and it was going to follow them. It was amazing, to think that less than a hundred years ago they only just invented a successful plane, then adapted them so fast that soon after the military was using them, civilians were using them as well, the common man could see the tops of clouds and it wasn't too expensive in terms of maybe once a year or every two years.

Her voice pulled him back to their reality after being lost for a few seconds. "A scar on your torso from 'an accident' gotcha... he said wondering whether it was something to do with her somewhat clouded past, though he had a feeling she'd tell him sometime when she was ready. He gave her a curious look when she asked about anything similar. He then tilted his head to the side and folded his ear forward to show her behind to show scarring on his right ear that was a dark red that progressed up under his hair up on the side of his head. "This would be a 'workshop accident' nearly cut my ear off and gave me scarring up my head." He said letting his ear go after letting her look for a few more seconds.

The scar was quite visible when he moved his ear, and when Elsa gave it a look over she wondered if the scar was created by lucky deflection or skill. She fixed him with a quizzical gaze, figuring that one day she would expose her scars and so would he. She spoke softly, “Vorkshop accident? Good to know. Lucky thing you didn’t lose anything important.”

She turned slightly to note the couple had received their drinks. The thin American woman with blonde hair and stunning blue eyes gave her a smile and a wave. Her middle-aged husband with brown hair and too tanned skin, gave a slight nod, but not much else. She waved back then let out a slight yawn, leaning back into her seat. She leaned her cheek against the seat, turning to the window with her eyes closed, "I vill go over your notes again in a bit, but for now I think I am going to take a nap. Be kind enough to vake me when ve land...husband.”

Within a few moments she was out, soft snores coming out of her with ease, still holding Alden’s hand. During the course of the flight she remained sleeping, her head falling against Alden with ease, until the plane started to make it’s landing. She woke with a start, sitting up quickly when she realized whom she was laying on, “Ahh..Sorry. Plane ride vas faster than I thought. Did you have a good flight?”

--------------------------------------------------- In the Airport!

“Ahhh It’s good to be on solid ground again. Sitting so long makes me vant to go for a run...or...go to the ladies. I vill meet you at baggage in a bit.”

She patted Alden on the arm heading to the washroom at a fast pace. After finishing her business she exited the beige stalls to wash her hands. The sinks were set up in a straight line a mirror filling half the room to make the green tiled walls seem larger than they were. She took some soap and ran the water slowly, washing her hands quickly. She looked up from her task into the mirror to notice the American woman was exiting a stall behind her. She smiled at the mirror and spoke calmly, “I hope you enjoyed the vodka, looked like you needed one.”

The woman walked up slowly her white heels clacking up against the tile, responding with a soft Texan accent, “Oh darling. You have no idea. Planes always puts me on edge. You would think after travelling the way I do, that I would be used to it, by now, but every new venture is different.”

Elsa fixed her ponytail shrugging, “Eh...Fair. I can’t stand being so high like that. Thousands of feet up in the air makes one feel so vulnerable.”

The woman was just behind Elsa to the left and did her own fix of her hair, “Yeah...small spaces really make one feel uncomfortable. Like now. It’s just me and you, in a small bathroom. Just two lil girls playing with our hair. Anything could happen!”

The world seemed to slow as Elsa understood the meaning of the woman’s words. The Kinks song, ‘You really got me’ erupted through the speaker when suddenly a sliver of metal cord was pulled around Elsa’s neck and she was pulled away from the sink. She reached up curling her hands over the cord as she was pulled back towards the stalls. Elsa choked violently, as her breath escaped her. She kicked out in panic at the sudden attack, her brain went on overdrive as she was hefted off the ground by the tall woman behind her. A whisper being her ear spoke with a satisfied timber, “I always enjoy killing russians. Makes me feel so patriotic.”

Elsa groaned, her eyes going blurry as she tried to not lose consciousness. She grit her teeth and used her strength to turn her body towards the side of the stall, but the woman just pulled her inside. Elsa took the chance and kicked at the inside of the door slamming the woman backwards into the toilet/wall. The woman grunted but held on. Elsa let her body drop to the ground using the toilet to pull forward, the cord cutting at her neck slightly. The woman lost her grip though, and Elsa fell onto the ground coughing phlegm and blood as breath suddenly came back to her. She didn’t have long to recover when she felt a hand grip her hair and pull her back. She grunted, pulling her arm in before elbowing the woman in the stomach. The woman grunted and let go of her hair, just as Elsa turned around suckerpunching her in the face. The woman fell back towards the stalls blood running down her nose when Elsa spoke in small gasps,”I was kind enough to buy you a drink...cука!”

Elsa ran forward twisting to the left to kick the woman in the face, but the woman held up her arm blocking it as she punched with her right. Elsa grunted, feeling the punch connect to her cheek before she grabbed the arm and head butted the woman in the face. The assailant grunted gripping Elsa’s coat as she pulled her up and threw her body towards the sinks. Elsa hit the mirror hard, leaving streaks in the glass before hitting the ground. She spit up some blood, turning on her back to kick at the approaching woman’s shin. The woman fell forward slightly and Elsa moved to her knee punching the woman in the face. The woman spit out some blood before turning back with a few punches herself. Elsa lifted her arm blocking the punches lightly as she was forced back into the wall. When she couldn’t go any further she dropped down letting the woman punch the wall in her absence. She turned elbowing the woman in the stomach to push her back. With her momentum she twisted her leg around leg swiping the woman so that she fell to the floor. She jumped at her sitting on her chest as she punched the woman in the face, “WHO SENT YOU?”

The American let out a small laugh, “So that was the wrath of Mother Russia? Good try doll, but this ain’t over...YET!”

Suddenly she bucked to the left, making Elsa lose her footing as the woman kicked out, kicking her back into the floor. She stood grabbing Elsa but let her go when Elsa move to her left keeping her arm straight as she swung backward punching the woman away from her. For a second the woman rubbed her cheek, and both of the girls stared at each other, preparing to go at it again. Before that could happen though, a small elderly woman wearing a brown beige coat and a pink scarf over her head entered the bathroom, looking around with wide eyes. The American reacted first pulling out a small gun from her tight red jacket, aiming it at the woman.

Elsa screamed, “NO!!!” before she moved, lunging at the American and slamming her into a stall as a bullet went off, barely missing the elderly woman as it smashed into the tile. Elsa took her momentum and reached for the hand holding the gun, smashing it against the porcelain, as she pulled up her knee to ram it into the American’s face. The gun fell to the floor and Elsa had her knee up against the woman’s neck wedging her between the seat and the side of the stall, “You vanted...ugh...to see the wrath of Mother Russia. How bout this?”

She pulled to the right, the American’s arm twisting at an angle it wasn’t supposed to, and a click echoed along her scream. Elsa grit her teeth, blood running down her chin, “Now tell me, who sent you? NOW!”

The woman grit her teeth, her eyes cold, “Fuck...you.”

Elsa pulled the womans arm further, whispering coldly,“I said now!”

The woman just smiled, her eyes cold as she clenched her jaw, foam spewing out of her mouth as her eyes began to roll back into her head. Elsa watched in frustration as the woman fell lifeless in her hands. The pill doing it's job. She let the woman fall to the floor, letting out an exhausted breath, before she dug through her pockets to see if she had any I.D. on her. She found nothing, moving to the floor she checked to see if she could find a purse on the floor. Again nothing. She moved back to her feet and walked out of the stall to see the old woman standing there with a confused expression. Elsa nodded at her, before she opened all the stall doors finding no purse or evidence of who the woman was. When finished she looked at the mirror noting the bruise on cheek, her busted lip, and her bloody knuckles, “Jeez...Do you have a smoke?”

The old woman pulled up her purse and pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and handed it over slowly, “H...h..here.”

Elsa smiled, “Thank you Darlin.”

Both women turned to look at the stall, and the long wispy legs poking out of them, before looking back at each other. Elsa took a small drag before letting out some smoke, “Bitch, slept vith my husband.”

The woman nodded slowly, “He...better be worth it.”

Elsa took another drag then doused the cigarette in the sink, before using some water to clean herself up slightly. A smirk crawled up her lip before she responded, “He is...in bed.”

Both women smiled wickedly, as Elsa pulled on her gloves and raised her collar, heading towards the door back out into the airport, “Have a nice visit.”

The woman didn’t move but gave a soft, “You to..”

Elsa headed out into the airport with confidence, keeping her head down and her hands in her pockets she kept out of sight as a group of security guards ran past her, pain rocking her body as she headed to baggage claim, eyes open for Alden.

He chuckled as she muttered husband, it was very humorous to him knowing that they'd have to play this role, though there was also a certain tension behind it as well. His hand kept with hers as she slept, but he then noticed that she slid to his shoulder and used him as a pillow. Throughout the last leg of the planeride, he enjoyed his stout, remembering the taste of home he couldn't help but to think of how his mother and father were doing. Soon his mind drifted off into the clouds as he stared out the window.

He only re-focused when they descended to land, his attention immediately went to Elsa as she woke with the wheels hitting the tarmac. "I had an enjoyable flight. I'm also glad you slept well." He said giving her a gentle smile as the plane made its way up to the terminal.

===Airport===

As they started out onto the main floor of the Airport, he looked around for a moment. The Airport was massive, two stories, with not many around. Not to mention there was lacking security. Perhaps something of a slow day? He nodded as she had told him to on ahead due to her need to use the facilities. "Alright, I'll get our bags, don't take too long though. We have to get to our room and ready up for tonight." He said giving her one last look as he started for the baggage claim.

Reading some of the signs he started making his way. "Jeez could our bags have gone any farther?" He muttered as he looked at the ticket and a corresponding map that said that it was halfway across the airport. Then he noticed something. An onlooker who seemed to take some interest. Keeping with his course, he looked over to a pair of vending machines and a payphone. Walking up to the payphone, he put a few coins in and called the station. All the while he talked to Sharon, passing along random numbers, but then giving a serial number and his room number. He asked to send his crate of wine to make sure it was there by tomorrow. He also watched from the glass reflection as the strangers kept their distance. Black trench coats, sunglasses, gloves, slacks and some brown motorcycle boots. With the last part of his call, he said key phrase, "Send the kids word of my landing." He said before hanging up. Sharon was one who had the playbook.

As he hung up, Alden noticed there was a distinct lack of guards or people. It looked like there was a pause between crowds. The strangers were also gone. Perhaps he was just being paranoid. But now he was wishing his pistol was on him and not left on his bed. Shaking his head, he planted his hands within his pockets and started to baggage until the crowds started coming back his way. There was something strange in the air as this song had been playing, he knew the song "You Really Got Me" but there was something off about it and the feeling in the air. Tension was what he felt as two guards started approaching him. "Sir, may we speak with you? We have gotten a report of you calling someone and saying strange things. Come with us?" They said as one more flanked him from behind. "I was just calling a co-worker, no need to worry, they were wanting to make sure I made it here safely." Alden said trying to walk past but was intercepted by one in front. "Listen, we just have to fill out a quick screening, then you'll be able to join your wife." The one that blocked him, kept his arms crossed, he was wearing some black gloves. the one behind opened the door to their right and it led to a room with a table and two chairs on either side.

"Sure if it'll make you feel better." He sighed as he caught a glance downward and saw the motorcycle boots, same one as the strangers... He walked into the room, slowly feeling the interrogation room feel start to take hold as one walked in, and the other closed the door and stood in front of it While the third stayed outside presumably to turn away anyone who wanted in. Alden went for the seat until he turned and stood behind it. It was aluminum and the table was steel. "So lads, is it normal for you to wear motorcycle boots or did you forget to wear your regular shoes?" Alden said his hands never leaving his jacket as he faced the both of them as they looked at each other. "Well looks like the disguises didn't work too well..." As he spoke, he strode towards Alden before drawing a trench knife out and lunging at him it was a peculiar knife indeed. From one glance it was American made, and he had every intention of ending Alden's life.

Taking a step back Alden kicked the aluminum chair into him causing him to falter as the other flanked him, a push dagger in hand. They wanted him dead. Going for the lunge with the dagger the second managed to land a slice on his shoulder, but it was too shallow as Alden had managed to avoid the brunt of the blade. The first one was now coming at him as Alden re-aligned and lunged into the second, his right hand cocked from his pocket, his knuckles were lined with brass as he closed the gap and forcibly collapsed the second's airway with a solid punch, assisted by the brass. Choking for air, the first went to slash his jugular artery, but missed due to Alden continuous movement, though he could feel the blade gaining purchase as the tip dug into the suit jacket and pierce into Alden's shoulder.

In pain, Alden fell to the floor for a moment. "How... dare you.... Schweinehund! He said, his German accent was now emerging as the pain coursed through him. Kicking at his attacker, he could feel the knife turn in his shoulder as it was pulled back out. "Time to die!" The perp said as he went for a full cocked punch with the knuckle part of the knife, trying to bludgeon him. Alden was however able to roll and swiftly kick the man's ankle with enough force to stagger him for just a moment giving him enough time to land a clean punch to the perp's groin the brass knuckles making it ten times worse as the man started bleeding from it and letting out a bloodcurdling scream. "Nicht heute Motherfucker..." He said beating his cheekbone in, before standing over him, his foot firmly planted on the hand with the knife and his other planted on his chest to keep him from moving too much."My turn... Who are you..." He was cut short as foam coursed out of the man's mouth, he'd taken cyanide before Alden could beat the shit out of him some more. The other guy had accidentally choked his down after having his wind pipe crushed.

"Verdammt... My shoulder.... He rose from the dead man in front of him and started undressing to dress the shoulder using his shirt using the clean parts as a temporary bandage he then undressed one that looked to be about his size and put the dark collared shirt on, "Need to get out of this damned airport before we get shot..." he stuck his hand into his pocket, keeping the brass knuckle gripped as he knocked on the door. No response, When Alden cracked the door open, he saw the other guard had walked off somewhere else. Sighing he walked out, making sure that he closed the door. He made his way over to baggage claim and could see his and Elsa's cases were the last on the line waiting for him. His shoulder was fucked until he could get some proper medical treatment, but until then he'd have to be careful. Picking up his case, he used the rollers on Elsa's case and walked to where he last saw her.

Elsa stayed behind large family groups, her eyes watching to see if anyone was following her. Most of the guards were absent, probably cleaning up her mess in the bathroom, or moving past her with little to no care as to who she was. Suddenly she spotted Alden shuffling along with their bags, pain visible just below his expression. She moved over to him quickly, speaking harshly after her choking, "Al...Brian!" Her eyes darting around in search of future enemies, "You don't look so good. Did they come after you too? Here give me that. We have to get out of here."

She took her suitcase because it was heavier, her eyes moving behind to see a few choice men eyeing them from afar. She set her jaw then looked up at Alden her warm brown eyes confident, "Let's move."

She waited for Alden to go first following slightly behind him, as she kept watch, "I have no idea who the hell sold us down the river, but there is a special place in hell for them!"

Suddenly, she noted the American woman's husband coming from the right his eyes fully zoned on them with intense hatred. She hurried Alden up pushing him towards the doors when she noted the assailant reaching for his waistband. Her eyes widened as she lifted up her suitcase trying to use it as a shield as she screamed, "RUN!"

She ran forward hoping Alden was behind her when a few shots went off. She ducked to the right then left heading outside towards a yellow cab. By now people were screaming and running around, banging into her as she made her way to the car like a giant orange bullseye. When she reached it she opened the door, ducking down and throwing in her suitcase quickly. She turned to Alden about to say something when something wissed by her head. Her eyes widened as she ducked down letting out a haggard breath, before pulling out a knife, "Sneak around and get the car started, I will be vith you in a moment."

She laid low looking around for the assailant, her eyes cold as she rolled the knife between her bruised fingers. She kept her eyes on the shoes he was wearing. She had made a note of them while he was sitting in the plane. One of the rare tactics she had acquired over time. She spotted what she was certain was them in the crowd. She watched the footwork and at the right moment, she stood up whipping her hand forward as the knife sailed through the air into the shoulder of the lone gunman with accurate precision, hitting him just below the shoulder. She ducked into the car quickly yelling out harshly in Russian, "ИДТИ ИДТИ"

She remained low, groaning as she twisted into her seat, as she peeked out the window. No shots followed their departure so she assumed she had at least slowed him down. She turned to Alden, sitting up properly in the front seat, "I think I hurt him, but I can't be certain. Ve should switch cars as soon as possible."

She let out a harsh grunt before punching the dash angrily, "ПРОКЛЯТЬЕ!! I cannot believe our cover vas blown so soon!!! The damn Cyka on the plane tried to choke me in the bathroom. GOD DAMN IT!"

She let out a breath then looked at Alden's shoulder where a large red stain was beginning to grow. She set her jaw, "Move. I vill drive. Don't argue with me. Your shoulder looks bad enough as it is."

She shuffled over his lap, trying not to step or push any of his wounds before she settled in the driver's seat. She settled her bloody fingers on the wheel and tried to ignore the pain in her cheek, "Should I take you to the hospital? I can stitch that up for you, but I am no professional."

She paused trying to not sound like an asshole, "If ve go there, they are going to ask questions. They will probably ship us home."

She settled her eyes on the traffic, trying to shift slightly in a more comfortable position, "It's your choice?"

Breathing he was able to see, his partner, it looks like there was a larger force at play in this game, and they may be outgunned here, especially with them not being on home turf. "They certainly tried to carve me up a bit..." He said giving her suitcase to her. He started moving, the adrenaline was starting to kick in as he could feel more closing in.

Alden and Elsa were pulled apart and were expected to die in a joint assassination, but it would appear that the targets they were assigned to kill, won't die as easily as they hope. He could hear the outrage from Elsa as they walked out, then as he felt her push, he instinctively brought up his own suitcase as he took off out the front door. Feeling the wiz of a bullet fly by, he moved over to the cab that Elsa had gotten to. He felt something prick him, but it wasn't anything as he kept running. Trying to get to the other side of the taxicab, taking cover from the incoming fire. When she made the call, he decided to follow it, "Consider it done..." He muttered as he moved to start to get the car working while she kept an eye on their assailants. Taking the borrowed trench knife he dug it into the wire compartment cover and wrenched it off. it took him a moment or two but he finally hotwired the car "Get in! He said as he climbed into the cab and started driving.

He quickly drove them out of the airport parking lot and started moving them toward where they were supposed to be staying. His wounds were finally seeping onto his clothing, and he realized his shoulder wasn't pricked, but indeed now had a 9mm hole through it. It was only when she demanded she would drive he nodded, "The hotel we were to stay at, go there, but we will be staying in a different room. I can make a few calls as well. But... He groaned as he pulled out a med kit from the glove compartment of the taxi. "Our covers are blown without even being able to step foot in the country, so now, we have to get out... the next time they try to kill us, it won't be in a crowded airport." he strained out as he made a makeshift tourniquet to stop too much blood from escaping. "I may pass out from my wounds, but do not.... take us to a hospital, now that we're being hunted we need to not be in the public nor show up on records. Our cover ID's are very likely flagged to hell." He groaned as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. They were only twenty minutes away before he could call in someone else. He just needed to hope that his arm would last that long.

Ersa swore, slowing down and following traffic instructions like a normal citizen. She ignored the customers trying to wave her down when she turned left heading closer to the hotel. She looked over at Alden and winced her expression turning slightly guilty as she spoke quietly, "Don't call them."

After a few minutes of silence and Alden questioning her, she spoke again, "I said don't call them. The moment they send out another two agents they are going to be flagged as well. I say ve stay and vork. Ve go to the hotel, and check in under false names. I vill call Brandenburg and he can get a doctor for you. Give you some good drugs and then ve do vhat ve can for this case."

She bit her lip, trying not to look at him, knowing that he probably thought she was crazy, "Brandenburg can probably find us some new ID's as vell. Ahh here we...Alden? ALDEN! SHIT!!!"

She pulled over to the side by the hotel when she saw Alden start to pass out. She unhooked her seatbelt and scooted over to Alden, panicking slightly as she held his face, "Alden..Come on vake up. I need to at least get you up to the hotel room honey, Okay? Alright?"

She gave him a little slap then she got out of the car heading over to the trunk. She opened it and pulled out the luggage. She grunted throwing Alden's bag over her shoulder as she went back to his door opening it up. She leaned down and grabbed his arm throwing it over her shoulder as she reset her feet, "Okay. Hold onto me. Ve are almost there then you can sit. Okay. Now I need you to walk with me. Okay Darling, now we...ughh...go!"

She hefted him up yanking him against her as she stepped up onto the street. She grit her teeth and then grabbed her suitcase walking towards the hotel. She got them checked in and up to the room in about twenty minutes with some quick explaining and some extra cash. When they got into the room, Ersa's back was straining heavily and her ribs were killing her. She dropped the luggage then helped Alden into the bathroom, her coat soaked in blood. She swore in Russian before sitting him on the toilet. She pulled off her coat and threw it into the room, using the phone to call Brandenburg to come to the hotel with a doctor pronto. She grabbed her purse and headed back to the bathroom. She looked down at Alden shaking slightly in pain, "Alright. Now, I am going to take off your shirt so I can clot that, bleeding. Now don't you pass out on me yet, Okay?"

She stepped forward and began to take off his jacket as slowly as possible before she moved to her knees to unbutton his shirt. She swore as she tried to get her bleeding fingers to move quickly, blushing when he leaned forward slightly. When the shirt was unbuttoned she pulled it off him slowly, actually seeing the wound itself. She hissed, before grabbing a towel and wrapping it tightly around his arm almost painfully. When finished she helped Alden onto the floor setting him down against the wall to rest before she sat down herself. She wrapped her hands around her waist, trying to keep her breathing down before she looked down at her now stained red dress and let out a short laugh, "This was really not how I was expecting this trip to go."