1 — Fbi- International - Season
Inside the café, chaos erupted. Brenner spotted Raines’s wire. He bolted for the kitchen, knocking over a waiter. The two men from the van charged the front entrance—right into Kellett, who dropped one with a leg sweep and held the second at gunpoint.
Raines emerged from the café, brushing pastry crumbs off his jacket. “Next time, I’d like a mission where I don’t have to pretend to be a Bitcoin millionaire.”
Their target: Lukas Brenner, a former CIA asset turned rogue. The Austrians had lost him. The Hungarians didn’t want him. And the Fly Team had exactly six hours before he slipped into the black market of the former Eastern Bloc.
From a rooftop across the street, Special Agent Cameron Vo had the angle. “I see two associates in a gray van. Eastern European plates. They’re not police.” FBI- International - Season 1
Forrester cuffed him. “I have an Article 4 agreement with the Hungarian National Police, an active INTERPOL Red Notice, and a helicopter to Ramstein Air Base in twenty minutes. That’s all the jurisdiction I need.”
“Because the fugitive is American,” Forrester replied, eyes fixed on a canal-side café. “And because he murdered a State Department courier in Vienna. That makes him ours.”
“Good work,” he said quietly. “Let’s go home.” Inside the café, chaos erupted
“You don’t have jurisdiction,” Brenner spat, blood on his lip.
“Hungarian police, stay down!” she shouted, invoking the local authority’s name under the FBI’s international liaison agreement.
Brenner burst out the back, but Forrester was waiting. The former asset was fast, but Forrester was faster. A quick disarm, a hard takedown onto the cobblestones. The two men from the van charged the
“Remind me why we’re doing Europol’s homework?” she muttered.
The Fly Team knew better.
Inside the café, Agent Andre Raines posed as a crypto trader. Brenner was meeting a contact—a local fixer known as “The Ghost.” Raines’s specialty was data, but tonight he was playing bait.
“Hostiles,” Vo confirmed. “They just pulled guns.”
