Northern Illigo, en route to the mountains at the Persian Border.
The team moved silently along the rugged mountain path.
Song Heping walked in the middle of the team, occasionally observing the surrounding terrain and the team's condition. His satellite phone vibrated.
He moved behind a large rock, signaling to Naxin and the others who were following him to continue forward, while he stayed to answer the call.
The call was from Henry.
"Boss, I'm sorry."
Henry's voice sounded somewhat dejected, "I did my best with the task you assigned... We spent a lot of money, even used those old connections within the Illigo Government and military, but all we got were scraps. CIA's core network in the northwest is hidden too well. Those who've survived until now are real cunning foxes. Either they operate on a single-line contact, making it impossible to reach higher levels. To get that high-level agent list, unless... unless we have someone inside their organization to help."
