The faint click of the phone receiver settling back on its base sounded particularly clear in the silent room.
Song Heping did not immediately rise. He remained seated on the edge of the bed, slowly contemplating in silence.
The invitation for a meeting from Defense Minister Abdul Rashed, transmitted through Yusuf's voice, a mixture of excitement and caution, had now evolved from a simple message into a scale of repeated weighing in his mind.
It was placed on one end of the scale. On the other end was that batch of arms, slumbering in a warehouse on the outskirts of Mosul, of incredible value, along with countless pairs of eyes lurking in the shadows.
Opportunity.
Indeed, this was undoubtedly a huge opportunity.
Reaching a deal with the current government of Iligo, and directly with the Ministry of Defense, such a core powerful department, meant much more than just a mere arms deal.
This signified a stable, efficient, and officially endorsed supply channel.
