Langley Headquarters.
Pence stared at the screen showing the images returned by the drone.
The surviving members of the Delta Squad were gathering the bodies of their fallen comrades, several Black Hawk helicopters were stationed nearby.
Medics and team members lifted bodies wrapped in black bags onto the helicopters.
But the search images from several drones did not show any sign of Song Heping.
His face was ashen, his lips trembled slightly, then he slowly picked up the red phone and dialed the White House's crisis room number.
"Sir, we may need to discuss an alternative plan..." His voice revealed unprecedented fatigue, "Song Heping is tougher to deal with than we imagined."
A few minutes later.
When the perpetual motion ball on Pence's desk marked a parabolic path for the third time, the assistant outside heard the sound of metal smashing glass and then hitting the floor.
