`250 kilometers off the coast of Murmansk, on the deck of the Aircraft Carrier Petropavlovsk, two Wraith Jet Fighter Aircraft, a copy of F-4 Phantom II just took off and zoomed towards their designated location.
Meanwhile, back at the quaint town of Gällivare, the agent stationed in Sweden who reported the sightings of the stolen Ruthenian tech grabbed a map of the town with grid coordinates. He contacted the two Wraith Fighter Aircraft that are on their way to the town right now.
"Eagle 1, this is Alpha. Be advised I have eyes on the target. Eight-four-seven-two, three, five, six, one. How copy over?" The radio crackled with static before a voice came through.
"This is Eagle 1, I copy. Eight-four-seven-two, three, five, six, one. Over."
"Roger, fire when ready. I'll throw smokes on the enemy target for accurate targeting. Over."