LUCAN VALE: THE GHOST ASSASSIN
Jason commented, leaning forward, his focus instantly sharpening.
"The coordinates and landmarks converge on a single, remote location," Jamal reported. "It’s an island off the coast, about two hundred miles north.”
“Okay, send me the coordinates.” Jason instructed.
The call ended.
Not long after, his computer on the table pinged, showing a message from Jamal white who had sent him the coordinates to where the map was.
Jason pulled up the coordinates on his secure terminal, fingers moving with practiced precision across the keyboard. The satellite image loaded within seconds, a small, rocky island jutting from the Atlantic, unremarkable to most eyes.
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