London, MI6 Headquarters, Lady M's Office
The rain was still falling, pattering against the bullet-proof glass window, leaving winding trails of water that blurred the gray skyline outside.
Lady M held a cup of tea that had long since gone cold, feeling the chill from the porcelain against her fingertips.
She stood before the enormous screen, her silhouette appearing somewhat lonely.
On the screen, vague thermal imaging captured by high-altitude reconnaissance satellites played out a "solo drama" that completely overturned everything she had known in her decades-long intelligence career.
The solitary, white-hot spot representing a human figure was like the eye of a storm, surrounded and squeezed by hundreds, thousands of restless red spots symbolizing hostility, pinned to the knife-edged cliffs of Gelbi Mountain.
Tiny flashes representing gunfire lit up and extinguished around the white spot continuously and densely, like a swarm of infuriated bees stinging madly.
