More questions arose. But Gals knew, the waters in the Congo were deeper and murkier than he had imagined. Their operation this time barely spared their lives, yet it only uncovered a corner of the gigantic iceberg.
The same day at dawn, Scotland, Caithness County, the abandoned "Black Sheep Farm".
This place was far from the city, with only the howling North Sea winds and desolate heather. The farm's barn was in ruins, but inside it had been cleared out, with two vans parked.
Diego Ramirez glanced at his watch, twenty past three in the morning. The agreed delivery time had already passed by twenty minutes. The "engineers" from Eastern Europe and that batch of "key components" had yet to appear.
"Something's wrong, Boss." Carlos leaned in, lowering his voice, "The lookout said there seemed to be headlights at a distance, but they stopped and didn't come over. Also, radio silence, we can't reach our people at the dock warehouse."
