Khartoum, the Intelligence Bureau Chief's private villa.
Director Rashim stood on the balcony, gazing at the Nile River at night.
In the living room behind him, a white man was savoring some tea.
"Song Heping has agreed to the deal?"
The white man asked in English with an Oxford accent.
Rashim turned around, his face full of caution: "Why have you British suddenly become so concerned about Song Heping?"
The man chuckled lightly, placing down the bone china teacup: "We are interested in anyone who can maintain the interests of the Commonwealth."
He lifted his hand and adjusted his tie clip.
"Especially in our former colonial territories."
He retrieved a document from his briefcase: "This is the information we have on Song Heping. He not only has a background with the PLA military but is also closely connected with South American drug lords and anti-government armed organizations."
