After the meeting, Song Heping returned to his room.
It was a suite at the end of the third floor of the command center, transformed into a space that served both living and command functions.
The room was simple to the point of being almost bare.
A field bed, a metal desk, two encrypted computers, a weapons rack, and a safe in the corner.
The only luxury was a small fridge stocked with mineral water and a few cans of beer.
Just as Song Heping took off his bulletproof vest, the satellite phone rang.
Picking it up and glancing at the screen, the caller ID showed Nura, responsible for arms sales in North Africa and the Middle East.
Yes, the only Bedouin woman in the company.
Song Heping answered the call: "Nura."
"Boss!"
Nura's excited voice came from the other end.
"I have earth-shattering news! News that'll make you laugh for three days and nights!"
"Let's hear it."
Song Heping responded briefly as he opened the encrypted communication software on a computer on the desk.
