Operations Center 2, CIA Headquarters
Langley, Virginia
“H
oly shit!”
Leroux looked up from Tong’s workstation. “Language, Mr. Child.”
Child blushed. “Sorry, sir.”
Leroux chuckled. “I’m just joking. Have you heard the Chief?”
“Now that’s a salty tongue!” shouted someone from the back of the room, laughter erupting.
“Shut up!” shouted Child, waving a hand in the air as audio was piped through the speakers.
“—twenty minutes out. I’ll notify you the moment I have the buyer secured.”
“Very well. I’ll expect your call within thirty minutes.”
“Yes, sir.”
There was a click, signaling the end of the call, the room dead silent except the whirring of fans.
Leroux looked at Child, his hand still in the air, demanding silence. “What did we just listen to?”
“A live call from Richter’s burner phone to what I assume is his driver picking up the buyer for the Bible.”
“Trace it!”
“Already done.” Child gestured toward the front of the room, a map displayed showing a red dot moving along a rural road, rapidly approaching Marrakesh.
Leroux returned to his workstation, grabbing his headset. “Sonya, get me our man in Marrakesh.”
“Just a sec.” She tapped some keys. “Go ahead.”
“Bright Penny, Control, do you read, over.”
“Five-by-five, Control.”
“We’re sending you a target now. It’s the vehicle being sent to pick up the buyer. We need it delayed. We can’t have him picked up before Delta arrives.”
