"Hmmm," Nancy mused, thinking over what she was told. "Hmmm." She was certain Rose's imagination had gone off on a wild toot. Nevertheless, she had a task to accomplish. "You've come to the right place if you want Interpol taken care of." Nancy paused for a moment, thinking of how accomplishing her goal would be possible. "For the record I don't believe in this Blood Stone. Not at all. But if that's Interpol's interest then I need to know how they might go aquiring it. Rei." Immediately upon being summoned Rei walked into the room. "I need you to look after Lucian."

"Hai."

Nancy grunted at Rei's unfriendly manner, but passed comment about it to Rose, not her. "Doesn't talk much. So where might Interpol hit next?"

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Even though it was a long shot, Reiko found a car by the side of the street and attempted to hotwire it. She hoped that if she made herself a target then she would be able to keep Interpol and Shadowlaw from killing anyone else.

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"Tango whisky alpha, come in tango whisky alpha. Report status." A pair of F-16s had been dispatched to take out Interpol and their terrorist allies. "Target confirmed. One chopper, they are setting the city below ablaze."

"Understood tango whisky alpha. Helicopter is to be taken out ASAP."

"Roger. Stingers armed and awaiting launch command two zero one." The two fighter jets split up and flew low overhead the city."

"Command is begal, doberman, huskie, pitbull, sheppard."

"Confirmed, moving in to engage."

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The flight back was uneventful, and there was little point wishing for Rebecca or Leon had gone with him for company. It was easy to see the logic of them flying out ahead to make sure that there was no Interpol trap waiting for him. It seemed to have taken forever, but now finally the airplane's wheels thumped down onto American soil and the passengers were allowed to disembark. The checks through security were blessedly hurried, thanks in large to a lack of luggage, and it was a relief when out front everything was as he expected as well. "Jill. Good to see you again. You're doing the driving I hope."

"Humph," was Jill's reply.

"Hop in." She handed over a Beretta M92 automatic, somewhat reluctently it seemed, and the weapon was checked before things proceeded any further.

"Alright," Travis said, climbing in and reaching into the back for a holster. "Let's get to work."