Harten had waited for two hours before the phone finally rang.
"This is Harten, go ahead."
"OK, stop the surveillance and return to the apartment."
After hanging up the phone, the ring had already woken Grant. Harten looked at Grant and said, "Grant, go back to your room and rest. Baka's men didn't meet with Baka, instead, they went to the airport. The flight they took was to New Orleans, we'll continue to wait for further news."
Grant nodded, got up from the sofa, and went upstairs to rest.
"Randall, put away the weapon and you take over the surveillance."
Jimmy sat on the side, practicing loading bullets into a revolver, a rather monotonous and boring activity when sitting on watch, with nothing entertaining at hand except for practice.
As for watching series, Jacob had already gone to rest, and now it was Camp dealing with the equipment; Jacob's computer had been packed away.