"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures!"
Song Heping interrupted him, his eyes ablaze with almost obsessive fire, "Dismantle! Take it apart until it can fit into a container! The target isn't the Gobi; it's the ports of Egypt! Load it onto ships at Alexandria Port or Suez Port and set sail!"
He offered no further explanation, returning immediately to his room, where he took out another encrypted satellite phone, his fingers swiftly inputting a long string of extremely complex, multi-layered communication codes on the keypad.
A monotonous and drawn-out waiting tone filled the earpiece, each sound striking at the taut nerves of the command center.
It took nearly a full minute before the call was answered.
A heavily Greek-accented, hoarse, and sleepy male voice came through, extremely irritable: "Who?! Do you know what time it is?! Which blind idiot..."
"Toby, it's me, Song."
Song Heping's voice was icy, cutting through the man's curses.
