“Do you not trust him?"
“I trust Butch as a friend, but he and his contractors are outsider elements in all this. I can’t trust any information about her to anyone not in this little circle of ours. This is operational security, I’m sure you’d understand.”
“What did you tell him then?”
He places the halfway-lit cigarette between his lips and takes one last puff of his cigarette before discarding it. “The cover story is we’re doing this to revitalize US interest in the region. By taking custody of Colombia’s most wanted, the CIA will possess a bargaining chip that will present a significant advantage over the local government in negotiations. The Colombians want Poison bad, and that means they will do anything the US tells them to do to have him be in their possession. But the truth is Poison means nothing to us, we only need what he knows about Mathilde.”
“Heh, it’s like taken right out of a page of SAC’s field operations handbook. Though, an MI6 agent forwarding US agenda in a region the UK has no stakes in is kind of bizarre, don’t you think?”
Winslow smirked upon hearing your question and let the smoke out of his lungs, watching it dissipate as it rose to the ceiling. “I’m sure the irony isn’t lost on Butch either.”
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<span class="mu-s">CORPORATE HANGAR 8 - PHILADELPHIA INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT</span>
The shuttle bus transporting you, Castle and Butch along with his contractors slows to a crawl on the tarmac of a hangar, where you are expected to rendezvous with Winslow, Ash and Scar who have driven to the airport a few hours in advance to oversee the loading of Preying Mantis hardware. Eventually, the bus comes to a complete stop and the doors autonomously open all at once, allowing its occupants to disembark.
From there, you and the others collectively marched to the hangar in an orderly fashion, where parked just in front of the structure was a massive airlifter aircraft with a black paint job and shapes distinctly unrecognizable from the others of its kind, in addition to the lack of any identifiable markings to speak of. You can see the ground crew loading multiple containers and pallets of supplies held down by nets up into the aircraft through the rear from a distance, and as you and Castle approached the plane closer and closer, the two of you slowed down to take in the sheer size of the plane. It was about 180 feet long, 60 feet tall, and its wings spanned over approximately 52 meters.
