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Mid-month, the 15th.
Red Sea vicinity, on the sea.
Red Sea, Lincoln aircraft carrier combat command room, 15th 06:00
"Song Heping will definitely come."
He whispered, his gaze fixed intently on every moving target on the screen.
CIA Operations Director Kessler stood by, a cold smile on his lips: "The intelligence Henry provided is very complete, they will launch an attack today, the target is Abdul."
He pulled out another document, detailing Sajia's profile.
"Furthermore, Song Heping found an insider in Somalia—Sajia, a small warlord, who has M72 rockets and a batch of Soviet-made arms."
Coleman squinted: "Will Sajia take him into the city?"
"Yes."
Kessler swiped his fingers on the screen, displaying the combat deployment of the US Army aircraft carrier in the Red Sea.
"Song Heping will definitely blend into Sajia's group. As soon as he shows his head, our 'Grim Reaper' drone will lock onto him."
