"Confirmed, about an hour ago, three heavy armored vehicles passed through here. The wheel marks are deep and wide, exactly matching the traces left by those who killed our surveillance team at the pass before. They headed north."
Omar's face was grim as he turned and took a crumpled military map from his deputy's hand, spreading it out on the hood.
His rough fingers traced across the map; the southern Al-Hasakah Province is a vast, flat Gobi desert, almost impossible to defend, with no place to hide.
His finger eventually stopped at the northern Gunei Mountain Area.
"Northward... Gunea Mountain."
Omar muttered to himself, then sneered, "That's right, only there can hide these few rats."
