ZIVA
The war room filled back up within twenty minutes of Tyrell ending the call.
Nobody had gone far. The kind of work they were doing kept people close to the building even when they weren't actively in it, and Marcus had sent one message to each person that said simply: Now. That was enough.
Ziva stood at the back of the room and watched the wall while the others settled. Seven faces. The timeline they had built with six weeks of careful planning suddenly had a different shape.
Six weeks had just become six days. Possibly less.
Harrison was the first to speak once everyone was in position. "We could pick him up at the airport. Dulles, the moment the jet lands. Immediate arrest on federal grounds. Interpol warrant, existing intelligence, we have enough for detention."
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