Crooked Rose and the CIA-- episode 3

Everyone glared at Karen curiously as she told her story. I lived in Russia for two years and during that time I met a man named Ivan Devorski. He was so romantic” she started to daydream. “Back to the story, Karen” Vincent clapped in front of her face. “Well, I went to his mansion one day and he was showing me his rare paintings and he mentioned one by Deraldo. I didn’t think of it then, but now I see that it is vital to us. I found out he was part of a drug run. I didn’t want to be anything apart of it, so I left the country as fast as possible” Karen finished. Kerrigan, the old man, circled the large table. “Alright, mission is to steal that painting. We don’t want it to end up in the wrong hands” he said and walked out of the room. Vincent followed Tristan to his computer room. “Alright, his mansion is right outside of Moscow and apparently it shouldn’t be too hard to find” he said typing away at a computer. The picture of a man came up when he was looking through some files. “Who is that?”
“Who, Erin Corren? We caught him years ago. He was dealing drugs with the cartel, a mole in our organization, friends of Devorski, killed three of our agents and was in possession of a nuke five years ago. It’s a good thing we caught him before anything major happened” Tristan smirked. Vincent left the room.

--Maximum Security Prison--

Vincent walked down the cold, damp hallways of the prison and stopped in front of a cell. Inside was a tall, blonde-haired man with hazel eyes and a bright orange suit on. “Malevo, wake up, you have a visitor” the guard hit the cell door. Vincent stepped inside and sat down in a chair across from Corren. Vincent opened a folder. “Erin Corren. Born in Belgium, lived in Munich for thirteen years, lived in Manchester for five and friends of Devorski”
“Is my good friend in trouble?” He had the strangest English accent. Like it was a clash of a Russian with English accent. “We’ll, he has something we need and supposedly you know of the security in his mansion”
“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Why help the people have had me in prison for five years”
“He has the tightest security we have seen in years and we don’t know what else he has in his sleeve” Vincent said. Erin just sighed. “You are after the Deraldo painting, aren’t you?” Vincent was astonished that even though he was in a maximum security prison, he knew what they were after. “Perhaps”
“He doesn’t have it anymore”….