1140 HOURS LOCAL TIME] [OFFICE FC7001, THIRD LEVEL, WEST QUARTER, THE PENTAGON, VIRGINIA] “You’re sure it was Panyoczki?” Bilal asked. He was sitting opposite Wilton. The office door was shut. “It was Monster,” Wilton said. “I’d know his voice anywhere.” “Any chance he was under duress?” Bilal asked. “I don’t think so, no,” Wilton said. “I know him really well.” “And he’s going to call back with more information?” Wilton nodded. “He’s going to try to rescue the other Angels.” “That’s understandable,” Bilal said. “Bring up the coordinates.” Wilton already had a satellite photograph of the area on his screen. He spun it around so they could both see it. “South of the Diomede Islands,” Bilal said. “That’s either very clever, or very stupid. It’s the last way we’d expect them to come, but that’s for a very good reason. You’d be lucky to get a squadron of tanks through there.” “This is a live view of the area,” Wilton said.
