Belize City International Airport, 3 a.m.
The temporarily requisitioned hangar was brightly lit, the air filled with a mix of aviation kerosene, burnt metal, and some more pungent chemical residue.
The wreckage of the Gulfstream IV was covered with fire foam, but some parts were still smoldering, releasing wisps of smoke.
Jeff Bennett stood twenty meters away from the wreckage, his hands in the pockets of his black trench coat.
The Director of the Mexico Counterintelligence General Bureau showed no emotion. Standing beside him was First Deputy Director Richard Solge, while four technicians in bomb suits were sampling at the edge of the wreckage.
He had come overnight from Mexico City!
What a joke, if the Leader's ride had been bombed, what was the world coming to?
Investigate!
Investigate thoroughly!
Victor hadn't seen him face to face, making Jeff uneasy.
"Preliminary judgment is that the explosive device was placed near the landing gear compartment."
