The revelation hit like a hammer across every screen, every command center, every heart listening to the transmission.
Miles Sterling slowly lifted his eyes toward Rehman Nawwar.
"Then what is inside the vans?"
Rehman's grin widened slowly, proudly, almost admiring the chaos he had crafted.
"C4."
The word alone tightened the atmosphere.
"Plastic explosives. Still deadly enough to turn streets into graves."
He leaned back slightly, laughing under his breath.
"I never expected you to tamper with the feeds though. Clever move."
His eyes narrowed.
"But you were unlucky."
He pointed casually toward one of the surveillance monitors.
"There was a tiny section of a clock tower visible in one of the loops."
A chuckle escaped him.
"The clock hands were showing a different time."
Miles stared at him silently.
Rehman spread his arms slightly.
"One small mistake."
Miles finally nodded faintly.
"I admit it."
His tone remained calm.
"You are smart, Rehman."
