"Zhandi Marshall," Zhi said at the driver of a black car with tinted windows as it stopped front of her hotel to pick her up.
"Yes, get in." A woman's voice said before she opened the door to the passenger seat of the rented car. She let herself seat beside an old woman with grey hair almost silver wearing a black trench coat.
The old woman wore a light-coloured lipstick and a touch of blush to look vibrant and still formal. Underneath the black trench coat is a white blouse with a white large ribbon on the chest tied loosely and a grey pants. The old woman's blue eyes looked straight at the road and started to talk without a glance at her.
"You have been briefed by Lt. Gen. Martin before, am I right?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. You can improvise your way into the meeting the target but make sure to make contact."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good luck agent Zhi."
