General Shepherd walked bisquely through the base. Nodding at soldiers stopping and saluting him. Following behind two other soldiers. They had caught a target he had been wanting for so long. The Daughter of Vladimir Makarov. A win. A mark in history and he liked that. And from the reports. She didn't put up a hard fight. And she wasn't guarded. Which he thought was odd.

The soldiers stopped at a room. And Shepherd adjusted his uniform, and he held his head high as they opened the door for him and let him into the all white room with a table in it. And the lone young woman sitting in one chair at the table.

And General Shepherd felt.. proud of capturing such a HVT.