Car horns blared as the traffic worsened. Curses could be heard all around, from angry drivers who apparently were getting late for work.
In the middle of the traffic was a black sedan, and inside was a woman who looked of foreign descent, her blond hair tied back. She wore sunglasses even though the vehicle was heavily tinted, and she wore a lot of mascara and her lips flaming red. The woman sat cross-legged at the backseat, her leather black trench coat hanging over her thigh.
Beside her was a brusque-looking man, his hair a clean, sharp crew cut. He also wore sunglasses, which were far too small for his face, and he wore a bluetooth earpiece. Like the woman, he had a leather black trench coat, but he was wearing them, unlike her.
Suddenly a phone rang, and the man tapped his earpiece. "Ma'am, it's for you," the man said with a thick Russian accent, as he handed the phone to the woman.
Pressing it up against her ear, she spoke, with an unusual foreign accent. "What is it?"
We've found the guy, Ma'am.
The woman sat up straight, listening intently. "Have you made contact? Have you gotten him?" She asked.
Not yet, Ma'am. He's with two other guys. Apparently, these men cornered him. They look like they're Turkish.
"Oh, they must be some thugs. Have there been any gunfire?"
Not yet Ma'am, but they've brought out their---
A gunshot was heard from the other line. "What's happening now?" The woman demanded. The other line went silent, and after a few moments the voice came back.
Ma'am, I just switched places. It appears they're having a standoff.
"Well, apprehend him immediately! We need him alive. The Boss said so."
Roger that.