8:00 AM
"Now what shall we do next, Chief?" Clifford asked across the breakfast table with Jan Michael who was busy on his phone.
He was sending his request to the Central Intelligence Agency at Langley.
"Hang on, give me a few minutes," Jan Michael answered while he continues typing the code words, source untraceable and unknown to enemy intelligence.
"Our plan holds. The intel is solid," he said after less than a minute.
"I've got to remind you we're committed to do what is right!"
"Do we eliminate the subject?"
"No, it would be reckless! You know how sensitive this mission is. When you visit today, just let me know if you encounter any trouble!"
"Absolutely, boss!"
"By the way Abel, make yourself useful. Draw a list and work down our ops at the warehouse; pure and objective. Clifford, Benjie keep tracking. I can't be worrying about every little thing, alright?"
Jan Michael slid the phone on his pocket.
