The day after Avanti left, just as Song Heping had predicted, the encrypted satellite phone did indeed ring.
This time, the caller was not Admiral Miller, but a familiar yet distant voice to Song Heping—the Director of the CIA, Simon.
"Song, long time no see."
Simon's voice sounded relaxed, even with a hint of cordiality like an old friend, "I heard you're doing well in Bayji. Congratulations."
"Director Simon calling personally, it must not just be to congratulate me?" Song Heping asked directly.
A low chuckle came from the other end: "You're still so direct. Alright, let's talk business—the folks at the Pentagon and the State Department had a meeting, argued for three whole days. Finally, they came to me, asking for my opinion."
Song Heping didn't respond, quietly waiting.
"My suggestion is simple—acknowledge reality."
