Kate sat at the flimsy folding table, her expression set and her leg bouncing. Things just weren't adding up. They had made a deal with a shady group to get more information on Al Qatala, but it was barely a deal. They didn't want anything in return for the intel they were giving, so what was the catch?

Her mind was racing as she sat in silence, the hanger groaning from a small gust of wind. Her wife kept saying she'd get more wrinkles from thinking so hard, but she couldn't help it. It didn't sit right.

Her head shot up as she heard a car door slam from just outside, and then the rev of an engine as some vehicle peeled off. Another red flag. Quickly, Kate grabbed her handgun, about to investigate when the door nearby slowly creaked open.

"Stop right there!" She snapped, raising her gun and aiming. She was expecting a raid, and ambush, some big guy in body armor with an even bigger gun. But instead, she saw the opposite. A civilian, looking pale as they leaned through the door, eyes going wide at the sight of the gun. She hesitated for a moment, furrowing her brow before stepping forward, motioning with her gun.

"Step in and close the door. What's your na-" She started, but as they obeyed her heart dropped. In one hand was a manila folder, no doubt the intel from that group, but around their chest was something she never liked to see. A bomb.

"Shit." She breathed, realizing things just got a lot more complicated.