"Time?"
"Eight o'clock tonight, the usual spot at the Tulip Hotel, third-floor 'Tigris' private room. You know how to get in, just give my name."
Robbin's voice carried a slight sense of relief.
"Do you need me to send a car to pick you up?"
"No need, I'll get there myself." Song Heping declined. "See you at eight."
"Great! Looking forward to dinner with you, Song. We definitely need to have a good chat tonight!" Robbin enthusiastically hung up the phone.
Song Heping placed the satellite phone aside, took off his sunglasses, and rubbed his brow.
The air conditioning in the car was sufficient, yet he felt a hint of heat.
Moments later, he said to Jiang Feng, seated in the passenger's seat, "Back to Baghdad. I'm meeting Robbin, the AAFES Company's director, at the Tulip Hotel at eight tonight; people from Black Water and Sparta will be there too."
