Few Hours Ago,

The choppers had now passed the Russia borders. The air traffic control had given them the clear signal to get into the cold sky.

“It's damn freezing here in Russia.” Mason now had on his long coat while Stephano seemed unbothered by the cold. His eyes keenly stared outside the window. His hands moving on his thighs with an inpatient face. His entire demeanour was relentless and all he wanted to do was to have that bastard in his hand and kill him ...