Chapter 450: Friday. Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia.

PASLEY FELT AS THOUGH his shoes were full of rocks. Every step was an effort.

He wasn't tired, he just didn't want to succeed at this job.

After reviewing the security footage at the airport that morning he'd thought they'd for sure find the two targets. It was just a matter of time. And he hated the idea of taking them back into custody. Only, as the hours went on and they didn't find them Pasley's hope grew.

Could the two targets have evaded them? Were they gone?

He'd said a few silent prayers to whatever gods were listening that the targets would somehow make it out of the country. Pasley didn't want to have to kill them. Not after he'd learned more about them. But neither could he simply allow them to slip through his grasp.

If Pasley didn't do his job to the best of his ability, it would be all too easy for someone like his partner to breathe a word of suspected treason and Pasley would be dead. There would be no quiet, pastoral life for him. He was trapped by his job and his