Red Sea, "Lincoln" Aircraft Carrier Combat Command Center.
Kessler stared at the real-time drone footage on the big screen, his brow furrowed.
"Something's not right, it looks like fighting has started."
He pointed at the firefights inside the refinery.
"This isn't a small-scale conflict, this is an all-out brawl."
Coleman moved closer to the screen, adjusted the focus of the MQ-9 "Predator" drone footage, and enlarged the view.
In the footage, militants were crazily shooting, RPG rockets constantly exploding, and the entire refinery was thrown into chaos.
"Who's Abdul's people fighting?"
Coleman frowned.
Kessler thought for a moment and said, "I estimate Song Heping has made his move!"
Coleman's eyes went cold: "If Song Heping is inside, now is the best opportunity."
Kessler hesitated for less than a second, then nodded: "Notify the flight deck, prepare for an airstrike."
