Military Chief Office, 21:00;
"So we have no idea how this supposed 'Maksoor Khan' looks like and apparently, he is not even Maksoor Khan. Fake identity; which means a formidable terrorist, for all we know.", the girl threw her hands up in the air defeatedly, scanning through the documents on her monitor screen, Elijah Williams standing opposite her.
"Yep.", the man nodded, "And he has escaped the hospital, walking among thousands of millions of people in this country. We've kind of hit a dead end here."
David Florence sipped coffee as he browsed through his messages, "Well... the good news is that all the active sleeper cells, even remotely entangled into this whole terrorist attack web, were killed by our dear devil Ripper. So he doesn't have anywhere to go right now. All he should be trying to do right now is cover his @ss."
"Agreed.", Elijah smacked his lips.
