Robbin.
What is that guy doing right now?
He should have gotten the news by now, right?
His informants must have been watching continuously from the first batch crossing the border, and they've been watching ever since.
Those eyes hidden in the dark, he can't see them, but he knows they exist.
What he doesn't know is that at this moment, about two kilometers behind him, a pair of eyes is staring intently at his convoy through night vision binoculars.
A man in his thirties, sitting in a gray Fiat sedan.
The car engine is off, parked on a small mound by the roadside, surrounded by dry shrubs. From this position, one can clearly see the traffic on the D400 Highway.
Especially the line of trucks, with their headlights forming a chain of light extremely conspicuous in the dark.
The man is wearing a dark jacket, his hair cut very short, and his face expressionless.
Next to him is a satellite phone, its screen lit up, showing a message that's ready to be sent but hasn't been yet.
