United States, Virginia, Langley, CIA Headquarters.
The morning sunlight streamed through the bullet-proof glass, landing on Director Vincent's broad and tidy mahogany desk, yet it failed to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room.
Deputy Director Simon Jones sat across from the director, leaning slightly forward, listening to Vincent tapping his knuckles on the map of the Northwest Illigo region spread out on the desk.
"...The airstrike evaluation shows we've dealt a considerable blow to 1515's command nodes and logistics warehouses."
Vincent's voice was steady, carrying his usual authority, "But you know, bombs cannot eradicate ideology or occupy land. We need eyes, more precise target indication."
Simon nodded repeatedly in agreement.
