From the outside Ivan knew he looked his usual icy collected self. He wore the same clothes as his men; combat fatigues meant to blend into a jungle environment since Jaya's captor had led them to Thailand during rainy season. He sat in the back of the military aircraft he'd purchased for bigger operations, leaning forward, arms bent loose across his knees. Though he appeared calm, even speaking to Keane about logistics, on the inside he was a boiling cauldron of fear, fury and smouldering rage. He intended to bury Father's operation until it was nothing but a pile of rocks.
"We can land the plane in Bangkok and drive in, it'll take maybe three to four hours to get to her location," Keane said pointing at a location on the map. "The region is dense. I suspect the going'll be slow once we're on the ground and in the mud."
Ivan shook his head and stabbed the map with his middle finger. "Here. She'll be half hour out, max."