Syrian/Turkish border: Jonathan watched out the tinted car windows as they pulled into an army base that Roper and his crew called The Haven. He was currently under disguise as a businessman named Andrew Birch, director of a company called Tradepass, to anyone outside of Roper’s group, who thought he was loyal to them… for now.

This whole thing had gone much further than he’d originally thought it would when he first agreed to a double agent for British intelligence. Tonight, he was to put on a show using explosives and all the other military weapons he had under his (fake) name for the next 24 hours. He hated the feeling that he was helping someone like Richard Roper but he had to remind himself that soon he’d been destroying him.

“Welcome to Haven…” Frisky said to Jonathan and looked over his shoulder from the front seat. Jonathan responded with a simple nod and small smile.

When the car pulled up and he pushed the door open, slamming it behind him, Jonathan couldn’t deny the sense of familiarity for the military base. He’d never been to this one specifically but during his two tours in Iraq, he’d grown accustomed to calling such places home.

His gaze scanned the area, watching as everybody outside of the tents celebrated Roper’s arrival. They all seemed to worship him. As if he was some kind of saviour. It wasn’t exactly a comforting sight. His attention then landed on you and he furrowed his eyebrows softly. There was something about you that he couldn’t quite pin but in those 5 seconds of eye contact, he had already decided he needed to speak to you.