At six in the morning, on the third floor of the main building of the Joint Task Force base, Lemont sipped his now cold black coffee, his gaze swiftly scanning over the camp area.
The operation in Badi Town failed yesterday, and today everyone at the base is busy dealing with the mess left behind. Other than the intelligence department continuing to search for Misu's whereabouts, all the action team members and Delta Force special soldiers have no tasks.
On the open ground outside the building, the mercenaries under Milosh were chatting and smoking by the Hummer; in the hangar, two Black Hawk helicopters were undergoing pre-flight checks; sporadic gunfire came from the direction of the shooting range.
Everything appeared normal, yet something seemed missing.
Lemont had been observing from upstairs for fifteen minutes, but the figure of Song Heping never appeared.
He had just been to the other's room, knocked on the door, but no one responded.
Very strange.
