“Goddamn it, you goddamn mother, got me good that time.” Urie’s American impression made Matt laugh, Urie joined him. After a few moments Urie stopped laughing and became serious, “How long were you following me for?”
“Since you were dropped off.”
“And how did you know where I was going to be dropped off?”
Matt shrugged his shoulders, “Intel, don’t ask me how it works though.” Urie nodded in agreement, he had no idea how Russian intelligence worked either, possibly a mole or a double agent. He would store this information for later and would make it his next job, if they get out of here, to find the source.
“So Matt, what’s the plan?”
“Simple, we need to get to this area here then you call in a chopper to pick us up and then drop me here.”
Urie studied the map, running his finger bet
