[ WP ] Whilst two kidnappers are holding a person hostage , they find out they 've kidnapped the wrong guy .

Phillips wished for noise-cancelling earphones as he struggled to get some shuteye on the C-37A. Though he was at the aircraft's fore, the aft-located engines droned ceaselessly with a volume surprisingly loud for a civilian aircraft. True, he'd flown on Black Hawks, Chinooks, and Ospreys that were far louder than this Gulfstream, but those were for distances that did not necessitate sleep. For some reason this tiny civilian plane's engines could compete with those of C-17s and C-130s. 
 
 He shifted around in his his too-small seat, wishing that Gulfstream had manufactured seats more suited to his large frame. Perhaps it was n't Gulfstream that made these seats though; they definitely were n't standard given the purpose of this jet, maybe it was just another lowest bidder who made cramped seats for cheap on the taxpayer dime. Phillips sighed. At least he was n't the guy in the back. 
 
 Eyes closed, Phillips felt a tap on his shoulder. 
 
 `` Phillips. I just checked in on the satphone. We have a problem.'' His partner Platt awoke him from his attempted rest. Platt was an agreeable guy; it was Phillips' first op with him, but so far they'd managed to execute and deliver. So far. 
 
 `` Problem, what kind of problem? Phillips inquired, yawning. `` Do we need to get landing permissions at a different site? Get in touch with Johnson, he can liaise with the folks at State and deal with it. It's a spring-floored cell for the guy no matter where he goes, does n't make a difference to me.'' 
 
 `` No, not that.'' Platt said curtly. `` They processed the pictures we sent in. There's a negative ID.'' 
 
 `` Negative?'' Phillips asked. `` Negative? What the fuck do you mean negative, we got the wrong guy? Why the fuck am I hearing about this now?'' 
 
 `` Affirmative on that. We got the wrong guy. I'm unclear on the timeframe details of the discovery, but the destination COS wants us to resolve this issue quietly. He says to get creative; we do n't need more diplomatic backlash.'' Platt replied. `` We have 12 hours to execute on that, he's giving us full leverage.'' 
 
 `` Jesus, fuck.'' Phillips was not amused. They'd gone with a team and snatched this guy in a night raid, almost losing a guy in the process. There was a too-long stint at Bagram, and when they finally got the clearance to get on this plane, finally some dickwad at a desk comes back with a negative ID? What a goddamn waste. 
 
 `` Suggestions?'' Platt asked impatiently. Phillips was beginning to like him less, but he did n't care enough to show it. In this profession, you could never like anyone too much. 
 
 Phillips stood up, looking towards the aft of the plane. 
 
 `` Where are we right now? Geographically speaking,'' he asked. 
 
 `` Last I checked with the pilot twenty minutes ago, we're still over the Black Sea. ETA to site just over an hour.'' 
 
 `` Good. Tell the pilot to go down low and slow, and depressurize,'' Phillips ordered. 
 
 `` Depressurize?'' Platt quizzically inquired. 
 
 `` You've never seen someone jump without a chute, have you?'' Phillips asked.
