Sara looked at him.
"And then?"
"Then, when it docks—your people take photos, call the police, make arrests."
December 4, 1997, Washington D.C.
Turner stood in the CIA operations room, looking at the huge screen.
On the screen was a map, marked with Europe, Africa, the Mediterranean. Several red dots flickered at different locations.
"That Congo base, confirmed to be taken out by the Mexicans."
The intelligence analyst stood beside him, speaking quickly.
"They captured one alive, a Russian, responsible for bookkeeping. The ledger fell into their hands. We don't know how much is inside."
Turner didn't speak.
"Also, on the Europe side, Italy, France, Spain, and Portugal have all signed that 'Digital Security Agreement' with Mexico. The Mexican technical team has already stationed in the coast guard command centers of those four countries."
Turner's fingers tapped on the table.
"That African—what's his name?"
"'Black Mamba.' Idriss Diawlo."
"Is he still at sea?"
