At the same time, in a CIA safe house on the outskirts of Yadim Suburb.
Jasper kicked over the tactical table, and the electronic equipment on it crashed to the ground with a clatter.
The shattered blue light of the screen reflected on his twisted face, like a hideous mask: "He got away again! Seventeen people, three sniper points, and you still can't catch an injured target! And for those of you responsible for surveillance, why haven't you even found his trace yet? What's going on?! This isn't Africa! Song Heping has no support here!"
The technician's timid voice: "Sir, the target clearly received an intelligence tip-off in advance, otherwise it would be impossible..."
"Shut up!"
Jasper yanked off his headset and violently smashed it against the wall.
He turned to the Watcher team members behind him and those technicians sitting in front of computers: "I want every inch of this area turned over! Mobilize all our resources here!"
