Drevan bit his lower lip, setting the Net-worms to working. He scooted back over to the main terminal, "Don't worry the CIA will never know, I have this IP on a Black List, and I'm bouncing our signal through a number of routers and proxy servers. The CIA hackers are good, but they aren't me. I've been using some really trick glitches and hacks to make sure it doesn't come back to us." He tapped away at a keyboard, "I'm pretty sure we can get away with this. No one will track it. The UAV is armed, six Hellfires. But if things go south we won't need them. Our people on the ground have what they need, and if shit dives we have the UGV. I'm not going to waste taxpayer dollars on this."

He pushed over to another bank of monitors, "Liberty, I have Hassam on the UAV camera's, he's moving now. I'll keep watch on him, the UAV has one and a half hours on station, hopefully we won't need all that. I'll have to send this thing back before then of course." He kept working, keeping an eye on the UAV's feed. He bit his lower lip again, "Okay, Liberty he just took a left turn at the next intersection, there's some overhangs coming up, and what looks like an open air bazaar. I'm most likely to going to have a shit time keeping an eye on him in the tarps and tents, I'll do my best to keep him green lit. If you can, find yourself a overlook, and keep scanning ground side. And make sure your camera has a clear view."

He scooted over to another terminal, "Come on then baby...let's play...give it up nicely..." He began clicking away at two keyboards at once, "Here's come the Reaper...alright..." He kept working, smiling, "This is...almost easy..." The camera on the UAV zoomed right in and got them visuals clear and crystal as Hassam passed into the bazaar, "Green on the visuals, no chance of it being wrong. It's him." He clicked into another monitor, the bio on Hassam coming up, and flashing green, "But he's in that Bazaar now. Liberty, keep an eye on him as best you can. As soon as he comes out of there I'll know and I'll give you a bearing."

Drevan looked up at Martin, "You don't get anymore clear then that." He nodded towards the captured image of Hassam.