6. 45 A.M.
CTAN HEADQUARTERS, ABUJA.
Agent Adams sat down in his office, paperwork littered the table. He is going over some reports on his table while his laptop is idling away. He goes over to the investigation board and observes the connection between the criminals thoughtfully.
He jerks up from his reverie when he hears the sound of a light tap on the semi-transparent door.
"Who's there?" He asked
"It's me, Agent Linda."
"Oh, come in."
She pushed the transparent glass door open and came in, a filed report in her hands.
"I brought the list you requested from the Italian airport authorities." She said, handing it over to him.
"Okay, I'll quickly go over it. I'll call you when I'm done." He said, scanning through the document. He looks up and notices she is still standing in front of him holding another file.
"Is there a problem?" He asked.
"Yea boss, there's something I've been wanting to tell you."
"Something about what?"