You, a bland CIA Operative flanked by Special Forces Men, stand in front of a commuter plane at a small dirt airstrip. You watch a big Land Cruiser pull up befor you. Two East European Militia Men, The Driver and a grey haired man jump out of the vehicle. The Driver shoves him in front of you.
"Dr. Pavel," you begin. "I'm CIA."
Dr. Pavel nervously nods at your introduction. You hand The Driver a briefcase.
"He wasn't alone," says The Driver.
You notice that they are accompanied by three Hooded Men, who were not a part of the plan.