BBC NEWS UPDATE:
The Russians are threatening to kill each victim captured at the Rockwell International hospital unless police gives them Slovak Gabson.
Now police has withheld names of the captured for security reasons and says it'll inform us on any updates.
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"What now detective? " asked the police chief, Robertson James.
Scott fumbled something then grew agitated.
"The public is demanding the names of the captured. " James continued, "If we don't do something, this could end the innocent lives of five victims."

Detective Scott paced across the room, lost in thought.
***
A moment later a police officer hurried in.
"Detective, there's a phone call for you. "

Scott was usually a very calm man. Graduating on top of his class at Aghan Police academy, he was given top admission into the police force.

But now his world was crumbling.
"Hello, detective. " said the voice on the other end, "Long time no see."
"Who's this? " Scott said, mumbling trace this line to Robertson.
"Oh gut question, " The voice said, in a heavy Russian accent, "Me? Oh I'm nobody. Really detective. Wusnt a gut boxer, wusnt a gut shivilian."
"Cut the crap. " Scott said, dryly, "What do you want? "
A mock laugh then, "You're gut. You knows wut me wunt? Me and me friends need our Slovak."
"Or? " Scott added.
"Well. Now you so gut. Gut. Gut
Gut. Deliver Slovak at port Sean. Or this happen."
The voice stopped as a woman screamed in the background, "Please don't kill me. I didn't call anyone. Pleaseeee. "

Then silence. The line was dead.

"Detective, " called Robertson, "We've got a problem. "