Manchester, Moritz received a call from the CIA headquarters back home that day.
When the video communication opened, appearing on the computer screen was Moritz's direct supervisor, Judith, the Deputy Director of the CIA.
After the video connection was established, Judith's face was gloomy, like the sky dense with dark clouds.
"BOSS, your expression, what happened?"
A sense of alarm struck Moritz's heart; he wondered if he had recently done something wrong to offend his immediate superior.
"Tijuana has been provocatively challenging us at the Mexico border over the past two days, causing multiple bloody incidents, with significant casualties on the side of the border police.
Just before this video conference with you, the military and the White House were questioning how the CIA operates, how we failed to detect any intelligence. Moritz, can you answer me?"
Judith pulled out a stack of photos, her gaze sharp as a blade, staring intensely at Moritz, applying pressure.