"What about Tai?""Dead."That brought silence to the four people in the isolation area."How?" Hayes finally asked."Apparently some sort of parachute malfunction," Orson said. "The initial entry report wasn't specific." He shrugged. "Nothing changes. Vaughn can do the recon. The mission is still a go.""Lot of fucking empathy there," Sinclair muttered.Orson glared at him. "You want empathy, you should have joined the Peace Corps. There's nothing any of us can do about Tai. Let's get back to work, people."HawallRoyce frowned as he began to read the latest message on the laptop from David's—now, his—boss. A job needed to be done in Hong Kong. Hong Kong? he wondered. What the hell did Hong Kong have to do with the current mission? There was no explanation, just instructions.There was no point in pondering the reasons, and from experience, Royce knew he wouldn't get any explanation if he asked. The problem was, he would have to divert assets that were allocated to the Abu Sayef mission. There was time, but not much.He brought up a blank message and typed in the address.
