I was in Beth's eating when I got the call,
"It's Foster, we have a situation."
"What kind of a situation?"
"Two words mate, President's daughter."
I groaned inwardly. "Kidnapping?"
"It's a code 7." he replied his voice slightly strained. "We're thinking foreign political nuts. I'm sending you a download of the tapes, hang on."
I stood up and walked over to my laptop, the files were downloading.
"How's being a dad treating you?" I asked casually.
"She threatened to shoot me in the foot today because I told her she was holding her gun a bit wonky."
"And you said?"
"No missions for a month, you're grounded with no allowance."
I laughed "I can guess what she told you to do then."
Foster snorted a little but didn't laugh. He must be very stressed right now. "She's a good kid Crow, good head on her shoulders."
I silently agreed. The files had downloaded and I opened them, a man's voice filled the room, his English wasn't great and his voice heavily accented.
"What do you think Crow? I'm thinking maybe eastern european?"
I sat back in the chair and sighed. "You should stop thinking now then cos I can tell you straight off, Korean."
"You sure about this Crow? This is big."
"I'm as sure about this as I am that I saved your daughter from getting her head blown off and annihilated my shoulder in the process." I stood up and walked back into the kitchen.
"We have to leave as soon as possible, get your ass in here right now." I realised Foster was worried this could turn into an assassination.
"But what about my triple bacon sandwich?..." I joked. Foster always laughed over how I loved my food. This time he remained silent.
"Bring it with you."
This was bad.