Victor raised his eyes.
"Who?"
Bramo slid a photo over.
In the photo was a man in his forties, wearing a military uniform, standing in front of a group of soldiers.
"Agim Ceku," Bramo said, "A high-level commander of the Kosovo Liberation Army, appointed as the 'Logistics and Procurement Head' three months ago."
Victor looked at the photo.
"Kosovo Liberation Army."
He read the name, as if chewing on something.
"What do they want?"
"Weapons. They want to fight the Serbians. The United States and Europe have been secretly supplying them, but don't dare to do it openly. The 'Black Sea Wolf' is helping them smuggle."
Victor was silent for a few seconds.
"Tell Gals, keep the Russian for now. Don't move on Kosovo yet."
Bramo nodded.
"Also," Victor stood up, "That 'Black Mamba,' he won't run far. He won't be satisfied until he sells those 30 tons."
December 9, 1997, Greece, Crete Island.
"Scorpion" and seven others landed at an abandoned fishing port.
