Operational error? Sofia listened with a cold sneer in her heart: like an expired map?
By midnight, the convoy finally reached the FBI's critical hub, four hundred and fifty kilometers, taking more than ten hours.
No way around it, snowy weather is like that, a little faster and it could be a car crash, better to go slow and safe.
In the critical hub, security is always tight, and when entering the hub, the guards conducted a thorough inspection.
With familiar colleagues, the check is simple and basically a routine—of course, not checking is impossible, everyone knows there is always mutual infiltration within intelligence agencies.
When they reached Sofia, an unfamiliar face, the guard became intrigued, not only inspecting her carefully from head to toe but also teasing, "What's this little beauty here for?"
