Chapter Nine
“Revenge proves its own Executioner”. —john ford
[Present day}
Aslam looked away from the several computer screens, displaying the heatmap of a specific location in greens and reds. His gaze set straight on the faces around the staging suite. Hands languidly at his sides.
“Thanks to that little revelation made by president Kim; I’ve been able to uncover some secrets on the Raqqa attack.” He declared to the room’s itching ears and delight.
“What secret are we talking about?” Arnold asked as his curiosity got the better of him.
“Leads pointing to the genuine launch site.” He gave a prompt answer.
“Out with it then, Aslam.” Executive Director Wycliffe ordered at once.
“All we’ve been led to believe in all along is nothing but a hoax. A gimmick of some unknown cons carri
