"SIR, this is the reconnaissance report on the Atlon Oasis from the past three days. All the detailed information is inside. Through these days of reconnaissance, we have indeed found Song Heping at the base, residing in a green tent in the northwest corner of the camp. We have conducted facial recognition no less than ten times and confirmed it is him."
On the fourth morning, Jasper knocked again on Deputy Director Pence's office door, handing over a very detailed reconnaissance summary report, which included pictures and complete time records.
Having gone through more than twenty pages of the report, Pence's brows never relaxed, remaining tightly furrowed.
"Do you think..."
Five full minutes after finishing the report, Pence finally spoke.
"Does Song Heping know we're monitoring him?"
At these words, Jasper was taken aback.
"This..."
He couldn't be sure.
Suddenly, it seemed absurd.
