Viktor merely raised an eyebrow at the statement, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel. A code that they used to communicate in such situations, the tappings simply said ‘how’ — the mission they were on consisted of them being undercover, while the mob they were trying to convince were supposed to be listening in. It was an easy job for the two, to steal some jewelry as an entrance to higher position in said mob. Their skill-sets were vastly underestimated ( just as they wanted ) and they had to play coy in order to fit in. Once they managed to gain the ‘trusts’ of the higher officials, their aim was simply to find the leader, who caused havoc on a daily basis, his name under every huge drugs deal across the globe.
His surprise was understandable, considering they were still in the midst of their mission, driving towards the store in question. Had Shae found a way to turn off the comms ? Or did the agency intervened because something went wrong ? It meant months of research so Viktor highly doubted it, rooting and hoping for the former. His attention on the other, he stopped at a red light, waiting for her answer.