JAG Headquarters, Falls Church, VA; 2050 ZULU; 1550 LOCAL EST

It was just rounding four in the afternoon; Meg let Harm know that she had picked up her husband at the airport after he'd managed to catch a flight in the morning. Luckily for him, all he'd had to do was clear it with the CNO, Admiral Fletcher who approved his request…and Meg was able to pick him up at Washington National. She would be back in the office tomorrow after making sure that he was able to check in with her at the hotel. Harm smirked as he heard this. Animal and Meg would probably be doing something else – Meg missed her husband quite intensely at any rate any time she was away from him for any length of time.

Harm, Mac and Kate were taking a quick break from bashing their heads together on the case when Harm looked up and saw two people that he'd hoped that he'd never have to tolerate again for a while; Congresswoman Bobbi Latham and Clayton Webb. How the hell did Webb end up here and why is Bobbi with him? "Oh no…" was all he could mutter as he looked over at Kate and Mac who were also looking up. It was useless to hide…because Congresswoman Latham was bee-lining her way to their desk.

"Well, hello, Harm," the Congresswoman smiled "I haven't seen you since I heard about you defending the Major on those charges that were thankfully dropped." Her insinuation was that she didn't think much of the major still being in uniform as a result of those charges.

Mac visibly soured as she stared at the Congresswoman; or more aptly Congress-critter, though she wouldn't give voice to those thoughts unless she wanted to be hauled up again in court, this time for a Article 88 Contempt Towards Officials charge. As much as she was in grief about Mark, she wasn't about to let that snot of a Congresswoman make a move on Harm. Now that Mark was gone in a horrific F-14 crash, she couldn't see anyone else for her, other than perhaps Harm. It was a painful admission, but they had both admitted their love for each other directly to each other and Mac's blood was boiling, but managed to grit out a civil, "Why it's nice to see you, Congresswoman Latham…what a pleasant surprise to have you visit our office." Looking Congresswoman Latham directly in the eyes, she grinned a savage grin, "What brings you to our office today?" Mac's jealousy was riled up, Who else is going to pop out of the woodwork today? Neurotic Annie? Bimbo the Shrink? A full dose of venom was percolating behind those thoughts. You probably don't think I should be in uniform. You'd probably also think that I'm a disgrace to the Marine Corps. She stared at Bobbi with an unspoken challenge in her eyes, the malevolent grin still pasted on her face. The sparks between the two strong-willed women were making Harm feel rather nervous and uncomfortable. Maybe, but at least I've served my country unlike you, whose only accomplishment is engaging in snake politics. Having made Bobbi slightly flinch, Mac gloated.

Kate looked over at Harm after seeing Mac's reaction to Congresswoman Latham and her civil yet acid response and whispered, "Remind me to never get her pissed off at me…"

"Yeah, I did once…" Harm muttered rolling his eyes, "…and look where it got me…"

Admiral Chegwidden stepped out of his office, looked over at the two intruders in Mac's office, raised one eyebrow and said dryly, "Well, Congresswoman Latham, what a pleasant surprise. What brings you out around these parts?" He paused then delivered a well-timed shot, "Another round of cutbacks?" It was well known that AJ was not enamored of politicians, especially ambitious ones with a bone to pick with the military and a political agenda even more so; when they meddled in military affairs.

"Well, I did come here with Clayton Webb, and he and I have a big favor to ask your crew. That case that they are working on has bigger fish to fry than just a case of a Tomcat crash…it goes much farther than that…" Congresswoman Latham stated as she looked AJ directly in the face. She was not going to settle for his attempts to rattle her today.

"And you need to use them to catch whoever it is that you want to catch? Is that it?" AJ growled, sensing that there was yet another cluster-fuck in the making. He didn't like where this was going.

"Exactly, Admiral…" Webb stated, speaking for the first time since he got there.

AJ growled, "You two have the nerve…to come in here and demand the use of my people when…" he gestured towards Mac, "one of my officers found out that her fiancé died in the crash…and then have the temerity to minimize her anguish and grief by saying your case is bigger than her loss?"

"Admiral…" The Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State interjected… and was about to go further…

AJ finally erupted, "UNTIL MAJOR MACKENZIE HAS HAD ENOUGH TIME TO GRIEVE THE LOSS OF HER FIANCé, YOU WILL NOT COME WITHIN FIVE MILES OF HER! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? WEBB! WHATEVER IT IS CAN WAIT! DO NOT TEST MY PATIENCE OR YOU WILL REGRET IT! THIS IS A MILITARY INSTALLATION…YOU WILL REMOVE YOURSELVES NOW!"

Congresswoman Latham let out an insulted snort as she whirled around and left with Webb on her heels.

"Well, that solves my problem of avoiding the Congresswoman…" Harm muttered wryly to Kate. He could out the window of Mac's office see the Congresswoman and the Special Assistant to the Undersecretary of State leave the building, their faces flush with embarrassment and rage.

AJ came over, favoring Mac with a sympathetic glance; noting that Mac's shoulders were shaking…partly in rage at Bobbi Latham and Clay for thinking about using them in one of his hare-brained schemes again, and partly infuriated at the fact that they would have the guts to say that her fiancé's death was miniscule compared to their need of the use of them, "You three take some time off the case and prep for the funeral…it'll be here when you get back. I'll keep watch over it…" He extended out a hand asking for the folder. Harm nodded giving him the folder to manage for them until the funeral was over.

"Yes, sir…" Mac said faintly, Maybe AJ was right, maybe she was using work as a way of not dealing with the pain of Mark's death; submerging herself in make-work so that she would be able to get away from the pain and sorrow of having to deal with the fact that she no longer had Mark in her life or would ever see him again. The funeral was in three days. Maybe she needed the three days to deal with whatever was pent up inside her. Mac had wanted to rip Clayton Webb and Bobbi Latham to pieces when they'd minimized her loss.

"Go…all three of you…" AJ urged them to do so. "Lieutenant Commander, you've got a hotel room?"

"Yes, sir…"LCDR Pike nodded as she looked over at Harm and Mac.

"Take some time and relax until Harm and Mac let you know when the funeral is." He said to Kate who looked over at Mac who nodded that she would.

Afternoon; Viet Nam Veteran's Memorial; The Mall; Washington DC; 2336 ZULU 1846 LOCAL EST

Harm and Mac walked by the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial; a black marble wall of names that extended along a section of the Mall that had names etched by sandblasting into it. Each a life lost in a war that wasn't popular back home, each a person that had hopes, dreams, aspirations, all extinguished in an instant. Harm looked over at the names engraved in The Wall. He searched for the year that his father had been shot down and ran his eyes down along the names that were listed there, A catalog of human lives lost or sacrificed to the flames of war. He thought as he spied his father's name; missing for so long; now a diamond shape adorned the wall beside his name indicating that he had now been found and that his death was recorded. Harm sighed deeply as he traced the contours of his father's name with his fingers and his emotions were in turmoil.

◊HARMON RABB SENIOR †◊

He smiled to see another familiar face at the Wall a little farther down…a year earlier than the date of his father's death. Animal and his wife, Meg were visiting The Wall themselves; Animal had lost his Uncle Frank in Vietnam when he'd charged a machine gun nest going after NVA trying to pin down his entire company. He was a Gunnery Sergeant helping his Captain and decided to go after those responsible for killing half his men. And was gunned down by another machine gun nest after he'd managed to lob a grenade into the one he was aiming for. This provoked the company into charging the nest and overwhelming the NVA division there. His single-handed charge of the machine gun nest earned him the Navy Cross; Harm was just surprised that it hadn't garnered yet a third Medal of Honor for the Nakamura family but of course, the Marine Corps operated to the tune of their own drummer and well, the USMC's awards usually ended up being one step down from what should have actually been awarded given the actions described in the citations that went along with those medals.

And Meg was probably also there for her father who had also lost his life in the dying days of the Viet Nam conflict prior to the US pullout from Saigon in 1975. Dan Austin's name was also on that wall farther down during 1973-74.

A lot of good men died in Vietnam, he thought. Too many of us have lost family members in that war.

Mac grasped his arm and encircled her hand around it. Harm breathed deeply, just taking the time to feel the closeness of his partner again. She looked sympathetically at him as he sighed, pondering what could have been. He was thinking to himself that Sarah had lost someone that she truly loved and what could he do to really replace that. Would he be able to live up to her expectations? Would he really be able to give her the happiness that she truly deserved after a lifetime of misery?

As if she could read his thoughts, Sarah rested her head against his arm, nestled up to him leaning against him. Unbidden, her arm circled around his waist. They were in civilian clothes now, after having gone home and changing before venturing out to DC and inevitably The Mall to see his father.

"What are you thinking? Harm?" Mac looked over at him, her question hanging in the air while he tried to come up with an answer.

"I was thinking about how I almost threw what I wanted most out the window." Harm replied wistfully…looking off towards the Potomac River away from the Wall. He let out a sigh "Y'know, I wanted to go back to the way it was…" he stopped and faced her… "But Sarah, the way it was…it's just not enough any more…"

Mac stopped for a moment, blinking back tears… "Harm…" her voice sounded pained, "What isn't enough any more…"

"Sarah…" He reached out to her, brushing away the tear that had run down Sarah's cheek away. "I want us…" He admitted…it was inarticulate but it touched a chord in Mac, "When I found out that you were getting married; even though we had fought, even though I said such hateful things to you; nothing tore me apart like your letter; where you told me that you loved another man and that you wanted a family with him…" He breathed deeply…trying to shove down the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.

Sarah looked down at her feet; her tears welling up. She knew that she had hurt him terribly with that letter, but it was her final plea for something, for Harm to say anything; a last ditch to say what he felt. She kept silent as Harm looked as though he was about to continue. It took him a while, but he did eventually. "My life…" he said, "after I received that letter…I couldn't think of anything else but to tell you how much you mean to me…to get you back from him…" he reached out for her. Sarah held his hands as he looked at her…looking for any hope at all…wistful for some sign that… "Is it too late for us?" he asked simply.

"No…" Sarah whispered…looking back at him…her voice raw with emotion. "It isn't…too late… It's never too late…" she looked at him hoping that he would understand…that he would give her time…and wouldn't take this as another rejection. "I need time…" she explained… "…time to lay some ghosts to rest. Please…" she pleaded with him hoping that he wouldn't run…again… "Harm… be patient…for me…" she paused…trying not to choke over the knot in her throat...and finally whispered barely audible to Harm's ears… "for us…"

And Harm did understand…and he didn't run. Sarah needed time to heal from the gut-wrenching pain that she was going through. She needed to bury Mark, the man that she'd loved, the man who was her fiancé; before she could truly go forward with her own life. That chapter of her life needed to close before she could write the next chapter of her life.

Arlington National Cemetery; Arlington, VA 1700 ZULU, 1200 LOCAL EST

The oak casket covered by the United States flag rested on a catafalque beside the open grave; the dirt piled beside the grave to cover the casket after the funeral forming a stark contrast to the snow that lay over the Arlington graveyard grounds. The chaplain read a passage from the Bible commending Mark's soul to Heaven and the men who served with him formed a white-clad group that watched solemnly over the proceedings. Harm and Animal; Mark's squadron-mates on the Seahawk with the Howlers, stood with the others, Meg, Kate who were there for the funeral in dress whites; The females with sleeve rings on their whites, the men with their chokers and their gleaming shoulder-boards indicating their rank; it was cold to be wearing choker whites in winter-time, but they were stoic. Animal; a Navy Captain…and Harm a Navy Commander. The Howler's squadron was deployed in the Med and the Tarsiers squadron that Mark so recently served with were in operations as well so Animal had called in his air-wing to send a flight of four to Oceana to conduct the missing man on Mark's behalf. The CAG had sent his condolences wishing that he could be there, but unfortunately had duties to attend to. Harm kept looking over to Sarah, who sat in mourning blacks as the bereaved fiancée,

The flag was being folded by the Marines that had attended in the time-honored triangle. And Animal, as the highest ranking attendee with a connection to Mark, had received it from the head of the Marine flag contingent who had painstakingly and ceremoniously folded it into the shape of a triangle in time-honored fashion to hand to the bereaved fiancée of Mark. He marched slowly over to her, his own eyes pained, "Ma'am…this country wishes to present you with the flag; for the unwavering service and ultimate sacrifice that your fiancé gave to the service of our country." as he handed Sarah the flag, one hand below supporting the flag, the other on top of the flag. As Animal's hands moved away once Mac had a firm grip on the flag, Mac could see a set of gold naval aviator wings resting on top of the flag; Mac choked back a sob as she saw the gesture. The highest ranking officer generally put out his own money to acquire the item in question. He stepped back…and saluted the flag, a slow salute; his bearing stiff and ceremonial…the only representation left of a squadron-mate who had lost his life in the line of duty.

Mac bowed her head and said, "Thank you…" grateful that it was Mark's old squadron-mates who were there with her, the men that she'd known in her life were honoring the man that she'd hoped to build a life with. Harm's heart was torn open at the sight. Mark deserved every mourner here today who had come to honor him. None of his family was here; he was an only son, and his only family; his mother and his father had preceded him into the grave.

Mac had mentioned that she and Harm should come by separate vehicle to keep others who might be there from his other squadrons that he'd been with from talking. He had agreed. But during the time that he'd seen her face during the funeral and at the gravesite service, he longed to go up and embrace her; to whisk away the tears that she was shedding. But he couldn't desecrate the honor of the deceased. So he stood stoically trying not to show how much that even being here was ripping his heart out and stomping on it.

Mac knew how much it was costing Harm emotionally to be here; not only had he known Mark as a squadron-mate but now as a rival for her affections. She knew just how much it was tearing his guts out to be here and she loved him all the more for standing firmly with his fellow officers in dress whites. Not close by, but just being still there for her. That was Harm; that was the way that he was.

Despite the fact that Mac was a Marine, the gun salute made her wince and the sudden-ness of the first volley of shots had caused her to startle. A deep whine was heard in the distance which gradually rose to a roar that buffeted the crowd, the four F-14s from Animal's air group; the VF-41 Black Aces and the VF-14 Tophatters; two of each flew over head in a diamond formation honoring Mark's sacrifice. And as the F-14s passed the grave-side and flew past…the slot aircraft, a VF-41 bird, lit burners; and pulled up towards the heavens as if it were reaching for heaven itself. The traditional overhead graveside fly-by converted with that action to the time-honored missing man formation meant to honor the passing of an aviator of any service. Mac looked over to see Animal…at the head of the coffin and to the side, Harm were already bringing their hands up their cap brims in a slow salute; a mourning gesture of respect as opposed to the crisp quick salutes brought when acknowledging a superior. Meg, Kate and the rest brought their hands up in a hand-salute as well. As long as they could see the F-14 go vertical, they held their hands in salute. Then when the F-14 couldn't be seen any longer…it was up at Angels Forty; they brought their hands down as one at an unspoken signal. It was the final respect that they could give their fallen comrade and squadron-mate.

And then it was over, only the dispersing of the crowd and leaving the deceased to be buried. Mac stayed; fingering the Navy wings that Mark had given her when they'd first promised each other. No, she would stay and watch as they covered the man that she had agreed to marry, and be there to the very end as he was laid to his final resting place. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she found Harm, Animal and Meg standing beside her; silently watching the grave being filled shovel full by shovelful.

"He was a good man…" Animal stated solemnly. "One of the best sticks I've ever flown with." He looked somber.

"He was a good man…" Harm agreed, his voice choked, "We all flew with him at one point or another. I mostly flew with Animal, but I did a few missions with Mark as flight-lead during the Gulf War. We three used to always bug each other about who would get the first MiG." He laughed but the tears were behind it. Mac listened as Harm spoke. There were tales that both men knew about this man. The two men that were remaining behind had history with Mark and she wanted to know more about Mark from their end because in learning about Mark, she'd also learn about the man that she loved who was standing there beside her. Harm laughed wryly, "Turns out it was this guy who got the first MiG…" he pointed his thumb towards Animal. "Mark got his after mine…"

As they watched the soil tossed in, Mac made a move to put the wings in with Mark, but Harm stopped her. "No, Mac…you never bury an aviator's wings. That's the only thing that will keep an aviator's soul flying after he's gone." It sounded almost comical but it was also sentimental.

"OK…I'll keep it…You both will tell me more about him, won't you?" She looked over at the two men; her voice catching. Harm nodded silently. Meg put her arm around Animal as he nodded as well. Mac let out a shuddering breath. Why was saying good-bye so hard?

"Because there'll always be a part of you that belongs to him…" Harm said softly, responding to her unspoken question. She looked up at him startled; it was as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. The tears both came to Harm and Mac as the four…stood by the graveside…Animal, Harm and Mac grieving for the man that they knew…as a friend and as a squadron mate for the two former and as a lover for the latter and Animal standing silent and stoic; lost in thought and memories of Mark as a fellow squadron-mate as Meg wrapped her other arm around him in a tight embrace.

(A Week Later)

It was a solemn good-bye to Meg and Animal (who had been given fourteen days leave and was going to spend it with his wife as she was now done the investigation) as Kate, Meg and Harm had managed to wrap the case up finding out that the CAG was at fault for not obeying mandatory minimums and causing an unsafe flying condition in terms of aircraft recovery when the ceilings dropped down below the five thousand feet mark; not calling a halt to the flight operations was rolling the dice. The CAG was relieved of his duties and was summarily charged with an Article 110; Negligently hazarding an aircraft by not adhering to mandatory flight safety minimums restricting flight during severe weather thereby hazarding an aircraft during recovery causing the death of two flight crewmen. He was now going to end up in court where it would possibly be that he could face a maximum of a dishonorable discharge and two years in prison. It hurt Mac that Mark's death was a death that could have easily been prevented. The ceilings and the sea conditions were what had caused the ramp-strike not the fault of the pilot. The pitching deck had dropped the F-14 in and out of the groove making the approach within glide path or when the deck was up below glide-path. There was no way to have prevented the ramp-strike without being extremely lucky.

Mac and Harm had seen Meg and Animal to Washington National and said good-bye to them…as the two were heading back to NAS Lemoore. Meg had hugged Harm and Mac tightly and made them promise that they would come out to see them. And Animal had just grinned at Harm…and said, "Keep the faith; shipmate!" throwing him a thumbs-up before he and Meg had headed down the jet-way to their waiting plane.

Harm was still on temporary duty at JAG HQ and he was there to help clear up the backlog of cases that were on the docket, some of which he had been working on before he left.

CIA Headquarters, Langley VA; 1345 ZULU 0845 LOCAL EST

Clayton Webb was seeing no sign of his former mentor who had now gone underground. Damn it, if they had gotten the help that they'd needed, they would have managed to capture his mentor, but now that chance was gone. The week had gone by and the surveillance vehicles that he put on the trail of his old mentor had found nothing. Eric Sperling, his mentor; the master of covert operations, had managed to disappear without a trace. At least until John came rushing in.

"Clay, I've got news on Sperling. He's jumped…"

That was not a good sign, "SHIT…I knew it…" Clay swore as he slammed a fist down on the table. "We gave him too much time. Get me the DDCIA…We've got a situation…"

John moved into action, spinning on his heel; he was gone by the time Clay let out a breath. In five minutes his phone on his desk rang. "Webb…" He barked.

"Webb, it's Kershaw, what happened?"

"Harrison, we found out that Sperling's jumped, one of our bird-dogs found a trail and followed it to the airport." Clay growled, "He hopped a plane overseas; heading to Moscow."

"Alright…do we have anyone that can get to him before he divulges anything hot to the Russians?"

"I can put a sweeper team on him…" Webb replied.

"We don't want to off him yet…" Kershaw insisted, "Maybe he'll wait a couple of weeks to make a move; throw us off the trail, before contacting someone in the Russian Intelligence…" he ventured a guess.

"I don't know, sir, but I've worked with Sperling before; He's a cut above. Every procedure we use, he knows and he'll counter them. If we stick to our usual procedures, we'll lose him again and who knows just how much damage he'll cause to our operations if he's allowed to go for a period of time. If he discloses our operations in Russia to the Russians, we'll lose agents like we never have before."

"Alright, Clay, I'll take your word for it. I'll keep a backup sweeper team in case you need to use it. But I want this guy alive. I want to get down to the bottom of this thing and fast before we start losing guys on both sides of the Atlantic."

"You really think he has all the answers?" Clay asked Kershaw.

"I think so. Do you think you can track him?"

Clay looked at Kershaw; "I hope to hell that we can...or the body count is going to go higher than the National Debt."

JAG Headquarters; Falls Church, VA

"DAMNIT! WEB!" RADM Chegwidden furiously pointed a finger at Clay, "You want to use MY people to catch a spook your guys lost?"

"AJ, this guy is ex-military and that ties into your case. We don't know how many connections this guy has on the other side…"

AJ interrupted him, "And you want us in on this because you think that if a CIA spook goes sniffing around the bush, the bird will fly?"

"He's already flown, AJ…we don't want the contacts getting spooked. You have an intricate rogue spy ring in the establishment and we want to shut it down." Clay looked straight into AJ's face, just as determined to get his way as Chegwidden wanted to get his.

"Why do you think that he's ex-military; or is this just a ploy so that you can use my people again?" AJ looked like he was about ready to split Webb's nose again.

Clay let out a deep breath; Kershaw was going to give him holy shit for this. AJ was always suspicious; the trademarks of both a spy and a lawyer. What a match…Clay thought…A spy having to negotiate with a lawyer. "AJ…none of this goes outside this room…don't even think about it outside of this room. This is Classification Level Eight. This guy was my mentor. He used to be ONI (Office of Naval Intelligence). Any secrets that ONI possesses are at risk if this guy gets away. It could be devastating to the Navy and the United States."

AJ sat down…and rubbed his forehead with his index finger and his thumb, "Shit! Webb, you really know how to turn things into a clusterfuck, don't you?" He glared balefully at Clay and growled, "OK…who do you want?"

"Who do you think? AJ…I want your best you have…" Webb pursed his lips and gave AJ a determined look that said he wasn't budging from his position.

"You want to put Harm and Mac in the line of fire again," AJ snarled "Believe me, one of these days, Webb, you and I are going to square off and don't shake your head at me as if to tell me I'm crazy, because I'm just about this close," AJ turned an ominous face to Clay and held his thumb and index finger barely one-sixteenth of an inch apart, "to breaking your nose again…" he warned the spy ominously.

Webb, to his credit, refused to back down, especially when national security was at risk.

"Admiral, do I get them, or do I have to get Presidential authorization to yank those two out." Webb asked staring down AJ toe to toe who was absolutely incandescent with fury.

"WHY YOU SON OF A…"

"Go ahead, Admiral…" Webb replied, not budging one inch, "Say it…if it makes you feel any better. I've been called every name in the book. It doesn't matter; doesn't hurt my feelings. But I'm not going to stand here while our national security is put at risk." He jutted his chin out stubbornly, "So…what's it going to be, Admiral?"

AJ growled; as Webb grinned triumphantly…clenched his fist...as Webb's grin suddenly died; fear replacing misplaced bravado in his eyes stepping back to avoid a suddenly hurled punch;

…and hit…

…the telephone intercom button, "Tiner…get me Rabb and Mackenzie…in my office and NOW!" he snapped out.

"Aye, sir."

Within five minutes, Commander Rabb and Major Mackenzie were seated in the chairs beside Webb. "You explain to them what you want…Mr. Webb…" AJ growled at the spook sitting on the chair who informed them of the operation in which they were to be a part.

"Are you kidding?" Rabb asked out loud and in shock. Shaking his head he muttered, "You want us to go to Russia?"

"There's bounties on our heads, Webb…" Mac said, "We're probably tops on the list of every intelligence agency out there wanting to take us in…and shove us in a gulag somewhere…" She was not in the least bit happy with this development. Two weeks had passed since the funeral and she was slowly starting to get her life back to normal. For the first couple of days, she'd had nightmares about Mark's crash, but it had subsided into a dull memory in the back of her mind that now was not at risk of consuming her.

"Look, I know, that's why we've got a surveillance team watching your every step…" Clay reiterated.

"I want this seamless…" AJ growled, his tone threatening as he leaned into Clay's personal space. "I don't want any foul-ups; do you understand? If my two top attorneys come back in body bags…" his voice went low and menacing "…I will goddamned guarantee that you're going to be joining them." He hissed.

Webb felt a chill crawl down his back. Navy SEALs when they threatened someone; it wasn't just a threat, it was a promise to do deadly damage to one's physical well-being and he didn't want to be anywhere around AJ if it came down to that. If Rabb and Mackenzie ended up in body bags...he just might as well put a bullet through his own brain and join them, because if AJ Chegwidden got a hold of him; he'd wish that he'd taken the easy way out.

Cheremetievo Airport; Moscow, Russia 1900 ZULU; 2100 LOCAL TIME (EURO STANDARD TIME)

"Good god…Remind me why I agreed to this again? I look absolutely stupid." Harm said looking at Mac who had her hair dyed blonde. Mac tried not to laugh at the Harm's walrus mustache as he grabbed his English style overcoat and the flat brimmed cap…that he put on his head. He swore that he looked like Payne Stewart when he was on the golf green in a tournament; with the English style baggy pants which went down to about midway between his calves and his ankles and a sweater that he would have consigned to the rag bin or at the very least to goodwill. In short, he looked absolutely ridiculous thus ensuring that he would be completely invisible. If the Russian agents weren't laughing enough at his clothing gaffes; they'd definitely think he was English. That is if Harm remembered to throw in an English accent. This was proving to be the penultimate in Webb's crazy missions. Mac tried her best to look the part of a frumpy English wife.

"Dear…remember your manners…" she said, in her English accent, to try and prod her "husband" into remember to do an English accent.

"Right bloody good day; idnit?"

"Good afternoon, sir…I need to see your identification…your papers?" The Russian Custom's agent raised and eyebrow and whispered something in Russian to his counterpart, "good heavens…these English…what year are they dressing from?" Mac nearly blew her cover and caught herself just before she was about to giggle.

"Sorry…" Harm said. "Almost forgot…me papers…here you are…" he handed over his papers confidently. "If you kin give it a stamp; me and me wife will be on our way…" That was quite possibly the worst Cockney accent that Mac had ever heard and she found it difficult to keep from laughing but somehow managed to stifle it or she would have definitely blown both their covers and that would be potentially fatal.

"Lovely day…" She added just for good measure…with a slightly more passable English accent just to keep Russian customs a bit off-center.

Managing to get past customs by the skin of their teeth with the Russian Customs agents giving them a good long second look; presumably to figure out just what clothing gaffes they'd seen, they were able to catch a taxi to their hotel.