United States, White House.
From the moment Black Lady One took off, a deathly silence filled Albert's office.
"Morton, keep a close eye on Black Lady One!"
The moment Black Lady One vanished into the clouds, Albert snapped at Morton in front of him, his face grim. "If you lose track of it, you can forget about keeping your job as director!"
Morton paled slightly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Then he fumbled his phone out of his pocket and placed a call.
"Okasi, listen. This is an emergency. Get every NASA surveillance satellite moving. I want real-time information on Black Lady One, the aircraft that just took off from Xia Country!"
A woman's voice came through the receiver. "Director Morton? Are you sure you want to deploy every NASA surveillance satellite?"
"The losses this would cause..."
"Shut up!" Seeing the menacing look in Albert's eyes, Morton broke into a cold sweat down his back. "I'll take responsibility for any losses. Now tell the staff to send me Black Lady One's detailed flight data immediately!"
Okasi paused, stunned. "Mr. Morton, where are you right now...?"
"Fuck! The president's office!"
Morton swore and hung up.
Then he hurried over to Albert and said quietly, "Mr. President, I need to use your computer."
Albert nodded grimly without a word.
A few minutes later, Morton let out a long breath. "Mr. President, the data is here."
There was no denying the impressive capabilities of NASA's surveillance satellites.
On the computer in front of Albert, high-resolution images and flight data for Black Lady One were displayed in full!
Albert's brow furrowed tightly as he watched the densely packed data constantly refresh.
He closed his eyes briefly and rubbed the space between his brows. "Anthony, take a look at this data."
Anthony