LONE – Part 80.
Jack in Paris being held by Mossad…
“We were not looking for you Jack, you unfortunately or luckily stumbled into us just as we were looking for terrorists, I say luckily because we have no sympathy with your countries secret service presently. Now however I need you to tell me why you were travelling by foot, and badly disguised as a Syrian refugee..?”
I have to think quickly, should I tell him I have a personal vendetta before I disappear out the business permanently, or try and fob him off with some bad luck story..? I know he is well informed, so maybe I will go with the truth and see what happens.
“A while back I started to take the law into my own hands, and I started executing the bad guys, which was not an approved approach by Mi6. Whilst I was seeking to remove a slaving gang in Istanbul, I took some monies, which now I know belonged to a Russian FSB ring. At the same time the FSB dispatched an Agent to rub me out for what they saw as previous crimes, but instead and because of the money, I didn’t return home quickly. So when I didn’t return home as expected, the assassin tortured my wife and then murdered her, because she was frustrated at not being able to carry out her orders, and so took her annoyance out on my wife instead. I couldn’t handle this loss, and so I was retired by Mi6, and returned to my hometown, where I surfed and drank far too much. A few years later I was recalled to duty by Mi6, but put on searching out illegal immigrants, not something that suited my skill set. In a very short while, I started to meet people who were slavers, and I started killing them, because when I did turn them over to the police … They got short sentences, and were quickly out on the streets again, and then back to their old tricks. Things started to go wrong after I rescued a young Polish girl, who ended up unfortunately assassinated by a Mi6 wet work specialist who was after me, well she still is, and then I realised that my boss back in London did not value me that much, and that it would have been his orders which brought the young Polish girl to her death… So if I am honest, I’m on the way to kill him in the UK..!”
“You still have the money..?”
I could see the avarice in his eyes, and knew that me being released might rely on the money that I have safely deposited in Switzerland.
“it’s only a few thousand American dollars, not much, the bag felt heavy, but when I got a good look it was low denomination bills, and it’s back in Pisa buried in my garden, which is being watched by the Russians and the British..!”
After I finished my explanation, I waited whilst he thought, and whilst he stared me right in the eyes… I’ve admitted that I am going to kill Charles, my boss, so no one would blame him for putting a gun to my head and pulling the trigger… Then he spoke,
“So if we helped you, the money could become ours for our cause..?
“Yes, yes, if you can help me into the UK, I’ll tell you where I hid it, but the Ruskies and Brits are your problem..!”
Silence as again he thought, thought as he watched me… I’m a good liar, and after a few movements, he smiles and then begins to untie me…
Kayleigh driving through Czech and heading for Vienna in Austria…
It’s a long time since I stopped for the coffee and also filled up the car just past Ostrava, and it’s now time for me to find somewhere secure to sleep. The nearer I get to Italy, the more my stomach has begun to cramp, and I realise now exactly what I have embarked on. I’m currently on the 221 which runs around the suburbs of Vienna, and using my sat nav, I discover the Wien-Westbahnhof hotel which looks more than suitable for what I need, if maybe a little too luxurious perhaps.
The hotel reception is busy, and I wonder if I will be able to obtain a room, to be told by the receptionist that they only have a few rooms left, lucky me.! Once in my room, I empty out my travel bag, and then check my phone … Damn it’s still switched off, I quite forgot to switch it back on when I had my sleep back in Warsaw, lets hope no one has wanted me. A few moments later however after turning on my phone, it selects a network, and then I check my mail box, it’s almost full, and the massages are all from my supervisor Tatyana.. I’m in trouble now, still nothing more to be done than ring her.
Tatyana, supervising handler of Kayleigh, Lubyanka. Moscow…
My phone purrs, I answer, at long last, its my errant field agent, she tells me she forgot to switch her phone back. This girl is going into extreme trouble, and yet she cannot even remember to keep in touch..! I ask her where she is, and she tells me that she on the outskirts of Vienna in a hotel. I believe her target is back in Warsaw, this Is not going well.
General Bortnikov at home in Moscow, Russia…
I jerk awake, my phone is ringing, who can this be ringing me at this time of night, they’d better have something important to say.! My wife murmurs to me in a sleepy voice, I tell her not to worry, it is nothing to concern herself with, and she rolls over and I hear her breathing go back to that reassuring rumble of sleep.
Clambering out of bed, I wrap a robe around me, and walk through the house to my study, the supervisor of ‘Kayleigh’ informs me that she has rung in, and that she has been having trouble with her phone.
“Where is she now..?”
I grunt…
“General, she is in Vienna in a hotel on the 221.”
Why is she in Vienna..?
“What is she doing in Vienna, when we know that ‘Katarinka’ is in Warsaw presently..?”
“I am sorry General, but she was heading to Pisa believing that Katarinka was heading there to kill the Mi6 agent, and also try to retrieve the money he stole. She was tasked to finish Katarinka, but of course we do not currently believe she is able to carry out that mission to your satisfaction. Should I send her back to Warsaw General..?”
“No……. Tell her to stay where she is until we know what Katarinka’s latest movements are, so send someone from the embassy in Warsaw to see if Katarinka is still in Warsaw.”
“I will carry out your orders General, good night.”
The receiver clicks and Tatyana was gone, maybe I will promote her again tomorrow, or maybe I will let her sweat out her future for a while.
Katarinka back in the Mamaison Hotel Le Regina, early morning…
I have just finished breakfast, my bag is already packed and it is in the car. I’ve left my old clothes in the bin, along with my old look… Now I need to drive towards Pisa, and look up Jack Peters, and then finish the business that I started so long ago. I need to lose the BMW however, and that is best accomplished in Belarus.
As I strap myself into the car, I see Nona whom I met in the beauty parlour… At this time of the morning, she can only be here for one reason, the FSB has gotten wind of where I am, and so sliding down the window I call out softly to her. Nona catches sight of me, hesitates, but is stuck with acknowledging me and trying to pay it cool, or running, and that action she knows will alert me to the fact she is trying to spy on me…