Irina had heard the faint sounds of someone approaching which was playing right into her plan of action. Whoever it was would be able to give her the answers that she sought. Either willingly or by force; that was all up to them. Her training for the KGB and what she had learned on her own had taught her various ways to get the information that she sought. She hadn't been so successful as "The Man" by batting an eye lash. No, she was quite capable of doing things on her own, it had just been easier to delegate tasks to those under her employ.
"I do believe I am." Irina said instantly masking her Russian accent with that of a slight Scandinavian one. It was obvious that either he wasn't aware of who she was or he just hadn't seen her face. But the longer she could go without being discovered, especially considering she was one of the CIA's most wanted, the better. Irina had used it before and would again until she had more of an understanding of what the hell was going on. Milo Rambaldi had been a twisted genius but time and cross country travel had not been among his prophecies. "Can you tell me where I am?" Still not convinced that what the newspaper had revealed to her was in fact the truth. The gun, which was more of a rifle, had fallen to rest at her side but at the first sign of danger she would pick it up and use what little ammunition she had left.