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"Roger that Beggar Man," Bucky said gravely as Jackson appeared from inside Tiger Shark's yacht and waved to Bucky. "Over and out."

As he let his hand slip from his earpiece Bucky sighed a little. Jackson, Stevenson, and de la Fontaine had seemed like a close knit group and something like this would tear them apart. Valentina might even be demoted and moved out of Indonesia. There was a part of Bucky that hoped there'd been some mistake but he knew that Brent wouldn't have been under suspicion if there wasn't at least [i]some[/i] dirt on him. Jackson's insistence that Bucky leave to make contact with the rest of the team whilst he searched through Tiger Shark's things suddenly seemed conspicuous. Barnes shook his head, reminding himself not to act any differently with Brent, as he heard Jackson's footsteps coming up the steps towards him.

Bucky feigned a smile. "You find anything?"

"Nothing of use," Brent muttered as he pushed his thick glasses up his nose. "We should probably get going soon, Captain. Tiger Shark wasn't the only shark out here in these waters. Just the biggest one. I don't know about you, but I'd much rather not meet any of the others."

Bucky nodded and watched as Jackson wandered over to the captain of the container ship to explain what he needed from him. From his face Bucky could tell that he wasn't pleased at some American ordering him to turn the entire ship around but eventually he came to. The ship's crew rigged a chain to Tiger Shark's yacht and prepared to drag it after them. Satisfied the crew understood the consequences if the contents of Tiger Shark's ship were disturbed before they arrived back in Tanjung Priok, Brent appeared again and gestured to Bucky to climb inside the Chinook.

The journey back was a tense one, much of it conducted in silence, until Bucky told Jackson about the [i]actual[/i] tiger that Tiger Shark had kept onboard his yacht. When Bucky explained to him how'd despatched the animal Jackson had laughed until he was red in the face. He'd even taken his hands away from the Chinook's stick for a second to wrap his knuckles against his chest like King Kong. Bucky's heart was in his mouth as he did it but despite everything he couldn't help but smile at someone making a cultural reference he actually understood for once.

In the distance the lights of Tanjung Priok came into sight and Bucky took a glance at Brent sat beside him.

Brent smiled uncomfortably. "Something wrong? You seem a little tense, Cap."

"There was a boy back there," Bucky said, clearing his throat a little as he stared out at the water beneath them. "He must have been seventeen, maybe sixteen, probably not even old enough to buy himself a beer back in the States. I killed him... I [i]had to[/i] killed him, he would have blown the whole damn operation otherwise, but I can't get his face out of my mind for some reason. He was too young. You know?"

Jackson nodded and placed one of his hands on Bucky's shoulder to comfort him. Bucky smiled at him briefly and found himself willing Jackson not to have been involved in that mess in Yemen. Yet the feeling in the pit of his stomach, the gnawing, was too strong for him to ignore. The cranes of Tanjung Priok grew closer by the second and in the distance the outline of the black Jeep that had carried Bucky to the port came into sight. In a matter of minutes the two ant-like figures beside it grew more and more detailed. Mike Stevenson's large imposing frame stood cross-armed, his slick back hair unmoved by the wind of the rotors, with "Contessa" beside him waiting for them to land.

As the Chinook lowered to the ground Bucky opened the passenger side door and leapt down.

"Word from Beggar Man," Bucky said as quietly as he could to Valentina and Stevenson, gesturing to Brent. "We need to search him."

Valentina shook her head vociferously and whispered. "Brent? That doesn't make any sense."

Bucky understood her shock. He'd only known Jackson for a day and even he had found himself willing Jackson to be innocent. Bucky could only imagine what Valentina and Stevenson were feeling. They had worked beside him in Indonesia for nearly half a decade, shared their secrets with him, and put their lives on the line for and with him more times than they could count. To hear that Smiley suspected his involvement in a terrorist attack must have felt as much an affront to their character as it did on Jackson's.

"With or without your consent I'm going to search him," Bucky commanded. He looked to Stevenson. "Are you with me?"

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"What's going on?" Brent said suspiciously as he climbed out of the helicopter. "What are you guys talking about?"

Stevenson looked to his Station Chief to get his cue and she nodded at him. Brent's eyes widened suddenly as he realised he'd been made and he attempted to run. He'd made it a few metres before Stevenson pulled out his pistol and took aim at him. Bucky placed his hand over Stevenson's pistol and gestured to him to put it down. There was a crackle of energy and Bucky's arc shield burst into life. With an effortless toss Bucky knocked Jackson off his feet and he landed on the ground a violent thud.

Valentina gestured Stevenson towards him. "Search him."

Mike climbed atop Brent and placed one of his large knees in the centre of his chest. The lenses of Brent's glasses had been broken on his tumble to the ground and across his chin were a few grazes where'd he'd scratched his face along on the tarmac. 

Jackson tried in vain to wriggle free from Stevenson's grip before opting to plead his case instead. "There's been some kind of mistake here."

A mocking laugh left Stevenson's lips as he looked down at Jackson. "Why'd you run then, Brent?"

He was met with stony silence. It took a while to pat Brent down at first but when Valentina pushed a gun in his face he suddenly became more cooperative. Stevenson turned him over, making sure to push his face into the ground as he did so, and lifted up the distinctive white, orange, and navy gilet that Jackson wore most days. There wedged beneath Brent's shirt and his pants was a brown file full of papers. An expletive slipped from Valentina's lips in Italian and Stevenson held the file up to Bucky with a disappointed look.

"Beggar Man," Bucky said as he placed his hand against his earpiece. "You're going to need to get on a flight to Jakarta as soon as you can."