Meanwhile, Baghdad, Green Zone.
In the penthouse suite of the Tulip Hotel, Robbin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window waiting for news.
On the desk behind him were three monitors, one displaying a satellite map, another showing the interface of an encrypted communication software, and the third playing a live video—the footage was shaky, clearly shot by a handheld device.
The video showed scenes from the border checkpoint.
Long vehicle convoys, uniformed customs officers, guard booths, inspection sheds, and stray dogs running around in the dust.
The footage was transmitted from the pinhole camera hidden on Robbin's informant.
The informant was a Kurd, named Zazi, who ran a small business around the border and knew many drivers and customs officers.
