Then she cursed again, this time at herself, as she remembered the binoculars she'd been using before. She yanked them off her belt, where she'd clipped them, and holstered her gun for a moment while she focused in on the group below.
"First off, you - leave." Anna waved her gun at the middle easterner of the group. "Oh, and don't bother to make that transfer. These gentlemen do not speak for the U.S. government. I'm afraid you'll have to handle your rebel situation either on your own or through normal diplomatic channels."
"Svetlana, what the fuck do you think you are doing?" Susan was now able to identify the CIA agent, as he edged slightly closer to Anna. She could see another man, on the outskirts, trying to slowly work his way off to the side of her.
"I thought you had this woman under control!" The foreign leader hissed before waving to two men he'd had standing nearby. One started up the Lincoln Towncar while the other held a rear door open for him. He strode over and got into the back of the car quickly. The second of his men hopped into the front passenger seat before the car sped down the ramp, it's tires squealing.
"Under control, gentlemen? Perhaps you ought to revise your definition of that phrase. If you think that little 'incident' in Munich is enough to keep me under your thumb, then you don't know half of what I've had to do in my lifetime. Munich is hardly worth mentioning." She suddenly turned and put two shots into the chest of the man who'd been edging around as he went for his gun. Susan found it odd, hearing him fall to the ground through her headset. She suddenly realized that Anna had no intention of letting the rest of these men leave.
"Thom, get out of there!" Susan called out frantically, after switching the microphone on. She saw the men on the ground looking around to find the source of her voice, and banged her fist on the window in frustration.
Thomas' voice came through the radio, "What about you?"
"I'm fine, trust me just go!" She saw Anna waving her gun at the others, grouping them in front of her where she could see them easier.
"Anna, what is it you want?" The European said smoothly. "Money? Power? These things can be yours. I'd much rather have you on my team, than as an enemy."
"Oh, c'mon! Even I don't buy that crap." Susan couldn't help but say aloud, rolling her eyes.
"Who the hell are you then? And where the hell are you?" The European demanded angrily.
"Detective Suan Rice, Chicago PD. You are all under arrest you know."
"You're out of your juristiction, Detective." The FBI man said calmly.
