Sitting in his office, his eyes were analyzing a document sent by one of his colleagues. He

narrowed his gaze as he focused his grey eyes on a specific piece of information, when his

thick lashes lowered and his attention was drawn to a call. He picked it up and raised his

cell phone to his ear.

It was a BlackBerry, specified for urgent calls or any high-profile detail related to the

underworld.

"Ali Ahmed-194 reporting from cc dept."

"Say," he prompted.

"The FBI is after you, ...