Langley City, Virginia, USA, CIA Headquarters, Operations Command Center (OCC)
The enormous curved screen is divided into dozens of images: Persian Gulf satellite map, Kuwait base surveillance, infrared scans of suspicious areas in Persia, and scrolling encrypted data streams.
Silent tension like high-voltage electricity.
Vincent paced in front of the command desk like an anxious caged beast, his eyes never leaving the faint light on the main screen—Song Heping's last known position, moving along the mountain road towards the capital.
"Have you contacted 'Poison Needle'?"
Vincent's voice was hoarse as he urgently inquired from an agent.
'Poison Needle', one of the highest-level informants within the Persian Revolutionary Guard.
The agent stared at the encrypted communication terminal, fingers flying: "The secure link is being established, but the other side is very cautious, with multiple proxy verifications, it takes time."
"There's no time!"
