Matchmakers Xinguan

2:00 p.m., Military Chief Office ;

"Will this much amount be okay, Abram?", the girl asked, as she confirmed the transfer of One Million dollars from her brother's account to 'Albert Fedorov's' bank account. 

"Yeah. It should be.", the man replied, "I can take care of Aftaab Ali for a while here, Xinghe. You just focus on the task at hand. I won't be calling you for the next few days, obviously. We can't afford to let my cover get blown, right?"

"Hmm. Stay alert. And signal your subordinates to text me if anything comes up. Don't connect to me directly, until you've recognized Ahmed Ali Fadhil.", the girl said, her voice void of any definite emotion. 

"Okay."

Elijah Williams walked in, the moment the girl disconnected the call, as he handed her a piece of paper, "The informer's dead. But judging by this message, I am assuming that Ahmed Ali Fadhil's planning something massive on Independence Day. The 17th of September."