Bucharest International Airport, departure lounge.
Agent Johnson from Group A stood in the corner of the lounge, eyes fixed on the check-in gate.
The digital clock in the hall showed the time as 10:21 AM.
According to the intelligence leaked from MI6, Song Heping's flight would land in 30 minutes.
However, Johnson appeared somewhat nonchalant.
His superior, Wright, believed that Song Heping would never take this flight to Bucharest.
Because no one would be foolish enough to disclose specific flight details over an unreliable phone line.
The analysts thought it was a smoke bomb.
The purpose was to gather CIA operatives at the airport and cover up their landing at Krolassi Airport.
Everyone believed Wright's judgement was correct.
No one cared about Simon's suggestion.
"How can a defeated general talk about courage?"
"What's the situation on your side?"
Johnson pressed the hidden radio communication button in his cuff, routinely checking in.
