As the ranking American in a region that was in constant turmoil, as well as the de facto head of field operations for military intelligence, he worked long hours seven days a week, and today was no different. He ran a hand through thick silver hair and eyed his watch – there was never enough time in his day to accomplish everything that was expected of him. Monroe listened patiently to the caller as the man finished his report, and grunted approval. “You’re confident that nothing was downloaded?” Monroe asked. “Yes, sir. We were able to wipe the phone clean as we siphoned the memory contents, so they couldn’t have gotten anything that would compromise us.” “What did he have?” “It appears that our fears were justified, but the area he was triangulating was large. We’re satisfied that he didn’t know anything material.” “Still – too much has gone sideways on us with this one.
