James Kirkpatrick, CIA, could hardly believe what he was hearing. He listened harder to the call, his eyes narrowing. ‘Say again.’
‘Observation is now limited on primary target. The house now has continuous patrols, dogs, motion sensors and laser movement kit. Plus the guards are armed and they wander outside the fixed perimeter.’
‘Have you been compromised?’
‘Negative.’
‘Withdraw. Stateside.’
‘Affirmative.’
Kirkpatrick eased back, deep into his chair, frowning hard. ‘What the hell is going on over there?’ He raised the phone. ‘I want a fresh assessment made of K2’s defensive and offensive capabilities, staff and equipment. Fast as you can, please.’