He glanced at the time.
7:10 PM.
Outside, Baghdad was completely shrouded in night.
"When will the fourth batch arrive?" Robbin asked.
Zazi's voice came through the headset: "I just heard the customs officers chatting; they said there are two more big convoys coming today. We probably have to wait until after nine."
Robbin nodded: "Keep watching. Report immediately when the fourth batch arrives."
"Understood."
In the footage, the lights of the customs checkpoint were still on, and the traffic was still moving slowly.
Zazi sat on an oil drum next to a ramshackle house, looking like an idle Kurd often seen at the border, waiting for his friends to cross over.
Robbin leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes.
Waiting.
All he could do now was wait.
Wait for Song Heping's fifty vehicles to completely enter Turkey.
Wait for the net to slowly tighten.
Time passed by second by second.
7:30 PM.
8:00 PM.
8:30 PM.
