Chapter 281: Let's Get this Over With

"Sir...are you serious? You are really going to hand yourself into the United States. What if their intentions are not what they seem?" David asked, clearly worried.

Michael sighed, looking tired but resolute. "I don't see any other way, David. If I go with them willingly, maybe I can find out more about what they want. Plus, if the world knows I'm being taken, the CIA will have to be careful with their actions."

David shook his head. "It's a huge risk, Mr. Reyes. They could detain you indefinitely, or worse."

"I know the risks, David," Michael replied. "But we can't keep fighting them in the shadows. This might be our best chance to bring everything to light. I don't want a scandal. It has a negative effect on every business...I'm too big to fail."

David looked troubled but nodded. "Alright, sir. I'll make the necessary arrangements. But, what are we to do with these gentlemen? They looked beaten."

"Well, I'm sure these gentlemen and lady can fix themselves before we depart," Michael said, glancing at the CIA agents. "They'll want to look professional when we meet their extraction team."

Agent 1 and Agent 2 exchanged wary glances but nodded. They straightened up, attempting to regain some composure.

David made the arrangements swiftly. Within an hour, Michael, David, and the agents were ready to leave. A

But before leaving, Michael had to meet with his team, specifically Juliet, Bridget, and Antoneitte.

"What? You are going to the United States? All this sudden?" Juliet was the first to react, her eyes wide with shock.

Michael nodded, understanding their concerns. "I know it seems sudden, but I really have to go. Don't worry, I won't stay there long. I just have to speak with these discreet individuals about business. They like to be discreet. I will bring my security team along to ensure my safety."

"Who the hell is that businessman anyways?" Bridget aggressively said, stepping forward. "That's not how a proper business deal is conducted. This whole thing smells fishy."

Michael raised a hand to calm her. "Bridget, I understand your concern. But this is something that needs to be done. I can't give you all the details right now, but trust me, it's necessary."

Antoinette looked worried but resigned. "If you say so, Michael. Just promise us you'll be careful."

David and Michael's security team kept a close eye on the CIA agents as they boarded the C-130. The interior of the military transport plane was functional and sparse, with seats lining the walls and cargo space in the center.

Michael settled into his seat, and the CIA personnel strapped himself in. David sat beside him, ever vigilant. The CIA agents took their positions, ensuring everything was secure before takeoff.

As the plane's engines roared to life and it began to taxi down the runway, Michael took a deep breath, preparing himself for whatever lay ahead in the United States. He knew this was a gamble, but it was one he was willing to take to protect his interests and uncover the truth.

However—he couldn't help but ask. "Where are we going specifically?"

The agent looked at Michael with a serious expression. "We're taking you to a black site."

Michael frowned. "What's a black site?"

The agent explained, "A black site is an off-the-record facility used for covert operations and interrogations. It's highly secure and out of the public eye. No one knows it exists, and it's where sensitive matters are handled."

Michael's concern deepened. "Will the President be there?"

The agent nodded. "Yes, Mr. Reyes. The President will be there. This is a matter of national security."

"Alright, let's get this over with."

The flight continued in tense silence. Michael glanced around the C-130, taking in the stark, utilitarian environment. He knew that once they arrived at the black site, there would be no turning back.

As they neared their destination, the plane began its descent. The agent turned to Michael. "We'll be landing shortly. Once we disembark, you'll be taken to a secure area where you can meet with the officials in charge, including the President."

Michael nodded, bracing himself for what was to come. The plane touched down smoothly, and the ramp lowered. The extraction team quickly moved into position, ensuring the area was secure.

"Sir..." David called.

"Yes..." Michael removed his straps and followed David.