Meanwhile.
Inside the Command Center at Kenya Base.
"Helicopter formation, maintain speed."
"The armored transport unit will arrive on the outskirts in fifteen minutes."
"Three Gunships are about to arrive over the target city."
"The Thunderbolt Attack Aircraft formation is ready, awaiting takeoff."
Hundreds of display screens filled the room, with dozens of technicians seated behind them, diligently providing intelligence support to the personnel fighting on the front lines.
The screen hanging in the very center displayed an image of the airspace above Mahmud's manor.
Fifty-four points of light surrounded the manor, waiting for the chance to launch their raid together.
Among the points of light were all of Sparta, along with forty USS led by Kent and assigned to protect Halsey.
.
On the raised platform.
William sat on the sofa the base commander had prepared for him, comfortably watching everything unfold.
He had learned of this large-scale military operation while traveling to Kenya Base aboard his private jet.
He had initially assumed this was merely a routine operation.
But of the five Black agents sent to rendezvous with Sparta, three had gone mad and two had committed suicide.
That was not normal.
Moreover, the system had not made a peep.
Thinking of this, William propped his right elbow against the armrest, clenched his right fist beneath his chin, and narrowed his eyes at the central screen.
He reviewed the movies he had watched and the games he had played in his previous life.
But in the end, he could think only of Black Hawk Down.
Could Mahmud have been ordered by some organization or country to attack Umbrella's humanitarian aid convoy in order to disgust him?
Otherwise, most warlords in Africa would have backed down at the sight of the Red and White Umbrella insignia.
The United States?