The next day.
Night falls in Mosul, in the underground command center of the Tenth Division headquarters.
Samir's brow furrowed into a deep valley as he stared at the documents brought by Song Heping displayed on the tablet in front of him—warehouse transfer records, email screenshots, communications between Walker and "Black Water Consulting."
"Forty percent..." Samir sneered, "Equipment worth hundreds of millions of US dollars, they really dare to steal?"
On the electronic map in the command center, the military base northwest of Baghdad was marked in red, while a blue area was circled further north in the Amadiye Mountain Area.
Song Heping stood in front of the map, the laser pen's dot fell on a winding road in the mountains.
