[Interpol]
"How many?" Elliot inquired on the phone, staring at the board full of pictures and key information about the organ trades he had been following for years.
"Twenty…" said the man on the other end of the line. "... and counting."
"That's not all," Elliot replied. "Find where the rest of the members of the Scorpion are. If they're not dead, they probably fled."
"Yes —" the person on the other end of the line suddenly halted. He looked at his comrade rushing to him, reporting another of their finding in the port. He nodded and then refocused his attention on the phone. "They found children. At least two dozen of them. We assumed they were the commodities to be shipped out tonight."
Deep lines appeared between Elliot's brows, glancing at his phone for a second. "Take care of the victims. Notify me if there's more development in the case. And find out if there were containers that had drugs and arms."
"Yes, sir."
