Swift was silent for a few seconds.
He walked to the bombproof window of the compartment, outside of which the camp in the Green Zone was pitch black, with only the patrol cars' searchlights occasionally slicing through the night sky.
"How much did Libya pay over there?" Swift suddenly asked.
Walker was taken aback: "What?"
"General Haftar's 'National Army.'" Swift turned around: "They have been making poor progress on the Tripoli front lately and urgently need a batch of 'informal channel' precision strike weapons. The intelligence I received indicates they are willing to pay three times the market price for active US military equipment. What did you negotiate? Five hundred million? Six hundred million?"
Walker's face became extremely grim.
