We got to control room 3.
The room was crowded. The support team cooperates with the reconnaissance team that is already there. There was a team commander with Uncle William discussing, Mother and Aunt Sofia watching too. I looked at the location map. There was a satellite photo of a house on the screen, and the caption said the house was in the Bronx, NY.
While on the other screen, a military drone launched by the surveillance team was observed in more detail with infrared camera captures.
"Mom, can I come as a backup?" The backup team is on-site but will not be involved in direct operations. His job is only to observe and provide assistance if the situation is out of control.
"Why do you want to go into surgery?"
"I've been here. It's been a long time since I've been there, I just want to feel again on the pitch. Okay mom, put me on the backup team," I begged.
Mom saw me coming with Mikhail.
