CHAPTER 80
Situation Room
Clocktower HQ
New Delhi, India
Dorian rubbed his temples.
“We’re getting satellite footage, sir,” the technician said.
“And?” Dorian replied.
The squirrelly man leaned in, studying the computer screen. “Several targets.”
“Send the drones.”
The monasteries were like needles in a giant Tibetan haystack, but they finally had eyes on them. It wouldn’t be long now.