Daniel picked up the satellite phone on the second ring. He was somewhere over Honduras, flying back to the United States after a very successful meeting with Colombian drug lord, Javier Bastida. He'd already talked at length to DeLuca and wasn't expecting any calls. The only person that could be calling him on King's personal line, on King's personal jet was Tyson King himself.

"Mercer," King's deep voice was urgent and clipped. "I have Jane Sitnikov here. She needs to talk ...