Ten minutes later.
London MI6 Headquarters.
Lady M put down the intelligence summary in her hand, took off her glasses, and rubbed her nose bridge. On the video screen in front of her, Pence's face appeared particularly somber under the blue light.
"Are you sure this intelligence is reliable?" Lady M asked, her voice tinged with fatigue, "Enriched uranium technology? Do you think someone like Song Heping, a PMC company boss, could get hold of this? Even if he could, who would give it to him? China would never be so reckless."
"We've intercepted communications from the head of the Persian Revolutionary Guard's special technology department," Pence replied. "He explicitly mentioned a 'gift from the East' and 'game-changing technology.' The time and place match Song Heping's schedule."
