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John Windsor swore under his breath. He glanced at the clock on the wall of his office; two p.m. in Washington D.C. meant it was seven p.m. in Berlin and he hadn’t heard from Mitch for an hour. He tried Mitch’s phone again and it rang out. He rang Nick to see if he had heard anything and it went to message bank. He tried Ellen’s phone and couldn’t reach her.
“For God’s sake, three agents all out of reach, all in danger for all I know,” he muttered. A cold feeling gripped his chest; a reminder of a team he had lost in duty many years ago.
He took a deep breath and rationalized. He knew where Nick and Ellen were and they would have their phones on silent during the NAO meeting. They should be able to respond shortly given the meeting had now been going an hour. Mitch…he’s there alone,
