"Chief Lyra, we have some unfortunate news.", Mr.Brint said nervously. I was confused, too puzzled to even put it through words, I didn't reply. "This operation is called off, President's orders. We will send a chopper as soon as the storm has passed.", he said trying to avoid any eye contact. "But Sir, I need atleast some information why.", I said worriedly. "I'm afraid that's confidential, Chief." Mrs. Venia said boldly. I always hated the guts of her, she was the last person you would want to trust in this organisation. She had long faux hair tied up into a fancy plump on her head.Her fake lashes could be seen from a mile away and her distinct expensive perfume could be detected by all of us without a doubt because it was so strong. She clearly got in because of nepotism. She was the wife of the previous CEO of S.W.A.T operations. She always makes my life difficult, giving me the toughest of cases and missions.
"Yes Chief, It has been rendered confidential but I wouldn't be coming back soon if I were you. Ah!That reminds me, Mike told me he'll meet me at the Tango Yankee restaurant tonight." , Mr. Brint said with a slight smirk in his tone, looking at his watch and then to the surrounding snowy place he was in and shrugged. I smirked but to kept a straight face. Mr. Brint dropped a hint, he always did that. "But Ma'am we have a hunch here, this is our only chance to nab and catch the Russians red handed and unveal their activities to the Russian government!", Henry pleaded in a compromising tone. "General Flinch, this is no time to argue with orders." Mrs. Venia said with her eyes wide open and stern. 'Hold up, Henry was the General?!', I exclaimed in my mind. "We will be awaiting the chopper, what's the estimated time of extraction?", I asked calmly. " A week, enjoy the free vacation." Mrs Venia said spitefully. The call disconnected. "General Henry Flinch huh? Should have introduced yourself when we first met." I smirked. "Yes I'm the General, so now we are practically in the same power in terms of position except that I'm from the army and you are from S.W.A.T . But I need to ask you, how you're this calm about the current situation, didn't you work hard to do this?", He said in a seemingly concerned pitch. I took a piece of paper from a pile of flyers on the table near us and jotted down:
' Mike told me he'll meet me at the Tango Yankee restaurant tonight'
"M, T, Y.... hmm" I thought aloud. The General realized the NATO language code immediately and sighed in realisation. "TY can't stand for anything we need at the moment. MY would make sense but it contradicts the order of the letters.MT though..." Finch wondered
Just then it clicked! "Mt could stand for Mount!" I said in realization. I took out a pocket directory from my bag and went to the mountain section and turned to the letter Y. "Yablonoi Mountains.. no military operations...Mt.Yama- Oh!" I murmured. "When Byron wakes up get him cracking on my coordinates by using the watch im wearing, hopefully they won't trace the radio static waves." I told Finch. "They?-"
"I'm going to meet an old friend." I said as I walked away with my bag and ski kit.
