“Here.”
King placed a black, nondescript satellite phone on the table. “My men and I will be leaving in two days. We can't leave together because the state has flagged your name. The streets here have also been infiltrated. You shouldn't venture out without some disguise. I don't have enough manpower to smuggle you out. There is a coordinate here.” He tapped the phone. “As long as you can get there, you will be fine.”
He pushed the phone towards the other side of the table.
Rafael took the phone and turned it around in his hand. It's a common satellite phone on the inside, but if it came from someone like King, it must have good tech inside, right?
He turned it on and instantly saw a series of codes. He silently read it while King played with his now cold and half empty tea cup. He was swirling a teaspoon around it, but unlike Rafael, he didn't make any noise.
“I will need other things.” Rafael looked up after reading the code.