Martin looked over to Drevan, looking at the multiple feeds he picked up, giving his approval with a simple quarter nod. "Nicely done. Remember, let's avoid civilian casualties on this run. And if they trace the UAV's hack back to this IP, there will be hell to pay with the CIA. But you know what you're doing, just make sure you don't waste any weaponry or keep it in our AO any longer than needed." Martin simply said, as he looked over at Liberty's camera, being able to see what she saw. The ID of Hassam appeared to check out, and the two pictures matched from what he saw on her sent image, suggesting that this was the man indeed that they were hunting. He heard Liberty report in, before he gave his response. ---- Sadiq smiled at Lancaster and Cavalier, totally unaware of who they were. "Of course, Qadir. Help yourself to coffee, though I hear the tea is better in these parts. My boss is in town, I can give him a phone call. Encrypted, of course, you never know what the CIA are up to in these parts. Anyway, you two seem pleasant, and I see no reason why he shouldn't meet you. Just give me a moment." He said, looking to the two traders across from him, taking his phone out as he headed outside, Thom looking across to George, with a certain look in his face. This was on. They were dragging him over, and making acquaintances with Sadiq had worked well. Now, they just had to spring this trap, once Hassam was in the building, and Cassie was in position to take down this little meeting. ---- On the other end, Martin had heard the conversation, the bug that ran in that hashish bar providing audio throughout. It was mostly boring, but from that moment, Martin knew things could get a little interesting. "Drevan, get me a break on that encryption, call from that exact GPS co-ordinate to wherever it's going. With their tech, I guess that they will need to take time to form up a proxy, I give us about forty seconds to get in. I doubt it's strong none the less, but if you can triangulate the signal on the other end, we'll be able to focus on where Hassam is. Bring the Reaper's camera onto his signal's focus, and we'll be able to see his every move." He added, watching Drevan get to work, aware it was a task and a half. Lots of multi-tasking to do, but this all meant that Hassam was watched, observed under an electron microscope of detail. This wasn't the CIA, after all- this was a division in black ops far above, and the computing power that Sierra Vanguard had access to meant that they could track and trace people with tech that was far ahead of whatever they had. When inteligence agencies said that most of what was the computing powers that these agencies had in films was fiction, they were lying. Of course, it was wildly overblown in areas, but tracing, and effectively tracking people wasn't too hard, nor was cracking open some encrypted networks in little time. They would find out exactly where Hassam was going, through Liberty being on the ground, the UAV feed, his signal, and perhaps a promise from Sadiq that he'd come. The call was going through, and while Martin didn't know at first what they were talking about, they could feed it through following the conversation and he could have a look. His Pashto wasn't perfect, but it would be good enough to make it out. "Liberty, we're coming close to a fix. Keep following it according to your phone and what Bugcatcher says." Martin said over the comms, as he looked over at the screen, watching Drevan at work. ---- Back in the Hashish bar, Sadiq came back after a couple of minutes, seeing Cavalier on the carpet at the pipe, taking a deep breath of the pipe. "Wonderful." Thom said, exhaling, the warm heat and humid room definitely a little reminding of a Sauna. Still, it felt good to have some of this stuff in his lungs, it was so fresh compared to the backmarket things he got for his pipe back at home. It was a shameful addiction, but here, in Peshwar, it felt good to be hitting the Hindu Kush of local breed. "I'll have my boss, Hassam, come and have a visit. He was around in town for some business, but I'm sure he can join in for a session on the pipes. So, you two in the business of trading, yes? Cross border? I could use a pair of men like you, to help my boss's breatheren in Afghanistan. It seems all you trade is linen, but you realize that there is a lot of money to be made. Perhaps my boss can convince you otherwise." Sadiq said, looking to the two, as Thom nodded. "And since it appears you like the local hashish so much, I am sure that you could help out in harder parts of our drugs trede. What do you think? I mean, of course, think about it. But you two look like honest followers of Allah, and ought to be rewarded for it." Sadiq added, taking a strong hit, smirking. "My friends in Britain say it's falling out of trend, yet look at us here!" He said, as Thom giggled a little, looking to George, then Sadiq. "I'll think about it. I cannot speak for Qadir, but we do go across the border often. To Kabul, Kandahar, usually no further. There's a good trade going on, but if we get caught, I dare not think of the consequences." Thom said, putting a little reliable doubt into his statement, aware that he couldn't outright agree now. It would never happen, but he had to make it seem genuine. "Oh, relax. Hassam runs the network getting things across the border, we need good people, not courageous ones for this. Just a few guns from Darra, on the back of a lorry amongst your linen would be fine. After all, you're reliable. And I put my trust lightly in people, so consider it a gratitude that I consider you. After all, you never know who is working out there." Sadiq said, Thom knowing full well that this was a sting, and that he wasn't letting a single word slip on anything. "All you need to do is just drive across, you know. Easy money." Sadiq added, taking another hit, as Thom looked to Lancaster. He had gotten his coffee it appeared, and he was leaving the intricacies of this conversation with Sadiq to Lancaster right now. In Thom's ear, a light buzz came through, as he heard Kingmaker's voice come through. ---- "Lancaster, Cavalier listen close. We've got a feed on Hassam- he's headed your way, nicely done. Liberty has an operator kit at the moment, so when she arrives, you're going to want to keep your heads down. Remember the target, and the word." Martin simply said over the comms to the two in the hashish bar, aware that their tiny earpieces were subdernal behind their ear- almost impossible to make out beyond the mess of hair and beard that they currently had going. They just had to hear this, not respond, and Martin knew that it would at least prepare them for what was coming. He knew his fellow agents well- they could spring the trap when needed, and did their jobs well. He just had to make sure that there was no blowback, and while there were some risks they were taking, it was calculated. Martin could see Hassam's silhouette, highlighted specifically due to his signal trace, heading down the alleys and tight streets of Peshwar's market, barely wide enough for a car to fit down. He was headed to that Hashish bar, with his whole group of friends, AK's not visible but cut-down under their robes. Martin knew that from here, they were going to snatch him once he entered the hashish bar, and get him the fuck out of the area before the rest of his local friends realized what had happened.