Tel Aviv, Mossad Headquarters.
Director Levin stormed back to his office with an action report, slammed the door shut, and picked up the secure phone to call CIA Deputy Director Pence.
"Pence."
As soon as the call connected, Levin began his tirade.
"Have you figured out who this Song Heping really is? All the people I sent to Egypt are dead! Including those watching Senid and Senid himself! They all died last night!"
"Was it Song Heping?"
"Who else could it be!?"
"Didn't you send two teams to ambush him? What happened? Couldn't you take him down?"
"They are all dead!"
Levin's tone was filled with barely contained rage.
"So I want to figure out who this guy really is!? He is absolutely not just a simple PMC company boss! I sent elite operatives! And they all died! Do you understand?"
