Standing on the porch Jack, Dom and I watched as the SUV backed away from cabin, flanked by one of the following Vipers in the air. "Come on, it's time to work." Jack said, ushering us in. I stood unmoving on the porch, silently praying for their safety. I followed them soon later when the SUV disappeared and the Viper's blades were barely heard. We all walked into a room outfitted with the latest tech Jack calls it the communications room.

A long table occupied the center of the room where our teammates are seated and they stood up to greet us but we simply waved at them to sit down. "Okay, let's continue." I say. "So far we know that Sayyid Bin Masir has a twin brother we have no idea on his identity, and we have no idea on his location."

"Isa's right, what we only know is that Bin Masir could be the one hiring Jean Pierre to kill the retired British soldier." Gerry said. "Plus the silencer used as part of the murder weapon."

"Which I have tracked to Switzerland." Jay said.

"Isa, what if Sayyid Bin Masir is tracking us through our technology?" Lincoln asked. "I mean, Jean Pierre wouldn't have been that coincidential when he killed the soldier."

"You're saying that he's using SIGINT to track us?" Gerry asked. "Was it the time when you called the former president to tell him about that mishap?"

"I don't know Gerry, but I'll keep that in mind." I said, leaning back.

"If we can determine that your theory is true, we might be able to devise a plan to lure him here and take him down." his cousin, Dominic, chimed in. "Could be our last hope if we want to stop this."

"We have to be sure that this twin brother exists. We can't risk to be fooled by body doubles." I said.

"Agreed." Gerry said.

"Jack," I begun. "does the CIA have any intel on the twin brother Bin Masir claims to have?"

"I'm afraid so ma'am." he said. "A Yakub Bin Masir."

"Was he a terrorist? Acting as his brother's decoy?"

"DNI Eckhart confirmed that he's an Iraqi soldier, dropped off the grid when he was found working in a faction determined to expel our forces from Iraq."

"What about Sayyid? He's Iraqi too, right?"

"You're correct Commander Carter." the former CIA agent replied. "They were present when Desert Storm happened."

"My father fought in the Gulf War Jack, you think..." I said.

"Even though his platoon is not involved I still predict that he would be targetted."

"Where did they go?" I asked.

"He would be safe in the White House." he replied.

"So, about this Yakub guy," Gerald begun. "How did the both of them got involved in this shit?"

"We can't be sure but we know that they were radicalized by the Taliban."

"And Sayyid became one of their top commanders." Jay concluded.

"When Burqa called in to notify the disappearance of your platoon the CIA went to work immediately and came to the conclusion that he could be responsible for the ambush."

"But Isabella survived despite the gunfire." Olivia pointed out. "That's one hell of a survival story."

"But they attacked the ruins between two or three days." I said. "I'd thought I would've been dead until LGF saved me with a squad of soldiers."

"And the CIA notified the Defense Department about the findings, nobody was prepared when Burqa called in with the story."

"But enough of me already." I said. "Concentrate on our problem right now."

"Bin Masir is a tough target to track, the IC is doing so as we speak. If he can track the team by using SIGINT he could've found our location already." Jack said.

"If the White House can track the Gulfstream, sure can Bin Masir." James added. "It won't be long until-" before he could finish his sentence sirens started to blare wildly, indicating an intruder, or multiple intruders. "What-?"

"Check the cameras, map the security grid out." Jack ordered. "Security breach!" Jay fired up the computer and we watched as a military jeep rammed past the security gate and hurried down the dirt road. "Everybody, get to the panic room now!" he ordered. Running out from the room we ran towards the panic room located between the kitchen and the door leading to the basement but gunfire erupted almost immediately, bullets smashing against the bulletproof windows.

"Everybody down!" Timothy shouted while shielding me with his body as we promptly ducked low and hurried to the panic room. The door locks installed on the panic room doors immediately locks itself when we entered and the lights turned on, revealing the panic room in full but not a normal one. The room was outfitted with weapons and ammunitions plus stun and smoke grenades. "Stay behind me madam!" he shouted as he reached for an M4 carbine rifle.

"Was that Bin Masir?!" Dom shouted, taken off guard by the sudden attack.

"I think so! See, I knew it!" James shouted.

"Fight or flight, and Bin Masir forced us to fight." I said, trying my best to calm down. "We need to make sense of the problem outside." Jack activated his tablet, scrolling past several security feeds as the gunfire continues outside.

"The locks are automatic, assume they didn't bring in a hacker or a mini bomb to blow it up." Jack explained. "Okay, Bin Masir's leading the charge with... oh shit."

"What now?!"

"Twenty guys max. Yeah, I'm gonna need to head out as well." Jack said, taking a submachine gun.

"Yeah? I'm coming too." I said, taking a M16 rifle. "It's everybody's fight now."