John wasn't prepared. And he failed. He and his team in distress. Captured by untranationalist. By Konni. By Makarov. He knew it was bad. He knew it was trouble. He knew he needed help. Laswell couldn't do it. So he sent the one distress signal. To one person. Just one.

And now he and his Task force sit all tied up. Battered. Waiting. And he was hoping the call would reach her. It was dangerous. Calling someone in. But his boys? They will die if he didn't. Through his swirling thoughts. He heard loud noises. Gun fights, yelling in Russian, utter panic. He blinked the blood back from his eyes a few times. Trying to get a clearer picture of what was going on.