A subtle smiled creased across his face. “Were you able to track him?”
“Yes. Your new heat-sensing tracking-system worked like a charm. Even in stealth, we trailed him with ease.” The voice paused. “We finally know where they are, Mr. Tanner.”
The young director sat back in his chair, his expression one of absolute gratification.
“Well done, Mr. Ralose. Tell your people, well done.”
“Thank you, Mr. Tanner. Much credit goes to your team of scientist there at Los Alamos as well. We couldn’t have done it without them.”
“Yes. It was a team effort.”
“What next?”
“I’ll be in touch.”
“Very good. I’ll wait for your instructions, then.”
Tanner put down the phone. He beamed with self-satisfaction, as his chiseled face expounded in an overwhelming sense of conquest. He leaned back in his chair to allow the full effects of the euphoria. He sat content, truly content for the first time in . . . how many years? He had nearly forgotten. Tanner reached instinctively for his pen. Soon the instrument began its troll, in and between those long, cold fingers.
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