"True enough!" He popped out of cover and delivered a few shots in the direction Lilith had mentioned, the sweat forming on his hands making his gun slick and grimy. Yerbol waited a few moments after his delivery, watching bullets careen in the grass just beyond his location. Was Lilith right? Was the sniper just trying to scare them into submission? Or was he just playing with them, teasing them out for a killshot? 
"Cover me! Going to move forward!" The operative took a deep breath, exhaling as he sprinted towards the next bench, his footing unsteady from the wet surface beneath. He crouched down, the glint of the scope now visible. He came out of cover just as he heard a crack thunder through the gardens. A few moments later, a thud, then silence. Standing up, he could hear footsteps from behind him, the operative wheeling around to find a rather slightly built Asian male with his hands up, one of those hands occupied with what Yerbol instantly recognized as a M24 anti material rifle, capable of taking down a heavily armored assailant with one shot. 
"Hey, I'm on your side, bud. Put the gun down." 
"Who are you?"
"I sent you the text. Duh." The Asian placed his hands down, his face breaking into a mischievous smile. 
"Lilith? That you? Awesome to see you in one piece. Didn't think you made it back from the last time you came here." He laughed, slinging the rifle on his back. 
"I'm your contact here if that isn't obvious. Come on. Need to get out of here before the cops show up."
"Couldn't you have avoided them showing up without firing that gigantic rifle of yours?"
"You wouldn't be alive."
"A fair point." 

The unnamed operative led them through grassy trails and thickets of trees off the beaten path before finding themselves as the pictured abandoned tram. He led the operatives inside, which revealed a steel colored interior with computers running at high speed, monitors mounted on both walls that were streaming all sorts of video feed. There was a cot in the center of the room along with a few bags of Doritos. 
"Command told me you guys needed tips on how to find the White Queen."
"White Queen?"
"Ling. That's what they're calling her in the underworld, anyway." The man who Yerbol assumed was "M" pointed at a video feed that was continually looping footage of Ling in sunglasses talking with a taller white man. 
"This guy right here. Big problem. Executive assistant to the U.S. ambassador."
"What were they discussing?"
"Don't know. That's what you need to find out."