An outdoor bazaar was adjacent to the airport and he took advantage of the general noise and confusion to mask his passage as he threaded his way into its depths. If anyone was following him, he was certain to lose them in the maze of stalls and shouting merchants. When he was satisfied that there was no one behind him, he stepped out of the main thoroughfare and into a side street. He took a small, satellite phone out of his pocket and dialed a number he knew by heart. It took a moment for the phone to connect. When it did, he heard Trevor Ransom's deep voice come over the line. "What do you have for me?" "Shankh," the informant told him. "They're headed to Shankh." "Very well. Call me if you learn anything further but do not—I repeat, do not—jeopardize your position on the team." "Understood." The informant ended the call and pocketed the phone. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out of the alley and headed back the way he'd come.
