In the office of Shire, the director of the DGSE's Africa division who just rushed back from Africa a few days ago, the atmosphere was as heavy as a storm about to break.
On the large desk, a latest briefing on the situation in North Africa was spread out, with the arrows indicating Haftar's forces' advancement strikingly conspicuous.
Shire leaned back in his wide leather chair, the cigar between his fingers extinguished for a long time, with the lingering smoke resembling his current restless mood.
The buzzing sound of the satellite phone rang abruptly, shattering the silence in the room.
The screen displayed a number Shire was exceptionally familiar with.
He took a deep breath and picked up the phone, deliberately keeping his voice steady: "Mr. Song? A rare guest indeed, you haven't contacted me for quite some time. So? Sawinu has been taken, your momentum is unstoppable, within a couple of months, perhaps the entire Libya will be under your command, congratulations."
