Panetta sighed softly.
There was nothing he could do, nothing he could achieve.
Armed helicopters rained down a barrage of fire, while transport helicopters began deploying infantry.
"The British are willing to send their ace SBS for this decapitation operation, which serves as our double insurance. Even if the missile earlier didn't kill the truck driver, he absolutely cannot escape the subsequent sweep," Mason said with utmost confidence.
The President liked subordinates who exuded confidence. He smiled and said, "I know the UK's SBS are quite good. Patch me through to the front-line communication; I want to have a few words with their field commander."
"Uh, sorry, to prevent anyone from tipping off Sky Garden, we're utilizing electronic jamming."
As he spoke, Mason looked toward Panetta with a gaze that fiercely scrutinized him as if he were an inside man.
Panetta said nothing.
There was nothing to say.
The British went in.