Eric climbed over the barbed wire fence outside of the abandoned warehouse. The sign on the fence read: private property of the Russian Federation and No Trespassing. He wasn't going to stop now. His M4 slung over his shoulder. He discreetly and methodically made his way  over to the door of the warehouse. It was locked. He scaled up the wall onto the roof, making his way over to the trapped door. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his lock pit kit and removed a pit. He gently picked the lock, eventually opening the door.He slipped the pick back into his lock pit kit, entering into an dark, lit corridor on the second floor. Placing the lock pit kit back into his pocket.

He crept along the edge of the wall, reaching for binoculars inside jacket pocket and pulled them out. He needed to get a closer look, he dashed over to the railing of the staircase. He brought the binoculars up to his eyes; he zoomed in on three people standing on the main floor, He heard voices.He recognized the lady standing beside General Sokolov, the head of the GRU counter intelligence. Medusa, he thought to himself. 

What was she doing here in Russia with him? His eyes darted over to the man in an expensive Russian tailored suit with a tattoo on his hand. A sudden drop in his stomach told him  was something off.

The black Aurus limousine pulled up to the barbed wire fence. The chauffeur stepped out, grabbing the door for the Oligarch and Damon. They climbed out, glancing around the surroundings and at the sign on the fence. Damon raised his brow, glancing over at Sasha.

Eric felt the barrel of an MP5 submachine gun pointed at him. He pivoted, seeing the black clad mercenary staring straight at him with cold and brutal eyes. He lunged at him as he balled his fist.

"Don't even think about it," the black clad mercenary snapped in his Russian accent.

The black clad mercenary pointed to the stairs. He strode down the staircase and froze seeing Aleksei Vladimirovich Dragunov standing there.

"I should have known that the  V Vor Zakone was doing business with the Kremlin," Eric snarled.

"Mr.Red, you and your friend Damon have interfered with my business with the Kremlin for the last time," Dragunov stated in his Russian accent.

The mercenary slugged him in his stomach with his MP5, making him drop his M4 to the ground. Before the mercenary knew it, Eric lashed out at him delivering a kidney strike punch that sent flying and unconscious onto the ground. His eyes darted over to General Sokolov and then over to Emlin Medusa. 

"Enough, Mr. Red, you are trespassing on private property," General Sokolov said in a demanding tone.

He whipped out his Desert Eagle, aimed the barrel  at Dragunov. His finger rested on the trigger,and his eyes narrowed on him.  He pulled the trigger firing a shot  into his head  dropping him to the ground.  Gunfire erupted as black clad mercenaries opened fire with their MP5 clutched in their grip. He sprinted with all of his might over to the empty crates and dive behind them taking cover. From his peripheral he spotted the mercenaries moving in, bullets riddled the crates with holes.

He jolted to his feet, firing more shots at the Russian mercenaries. It was now or never, he told himself. He couldn't let the GRU capture him, he knew if that happened, the White House and the CIA would fully disavow any knowledge of him. After all, he officially didn't exist. Plus, he was sure that the Russian intelligence service would love to interrogate him about Night drop and if he would have ended up in prison, they would him have killed.

Sasha slipped off his black jacket, tossing it into the back seat of the limousine. He scaled over the fence, carefully gesturing for Damon to come. Damon did the same. They stalked over to the entrance of the warehouse. He glanced around to see if he spot an emergency staircase leading up to a door on the roof. 

He darted over to the staircase dashing up it with his camera clutched in his grip. Sasha followed behind  while eyes scanned the open  space . Straight ahead he immediately spotted what looked like a trap door noticing that it was they stepped in and heard gunfire.

If they wanted a war he was going to bring it them this time.

Sasha eyes immediately  darted over to the woman standing beside General Sokolov and says.   "Valentina Petrov she is a suspected sparrow of the Russian intelligence service. But you probably know her as Emlin Medusa."