Название: Lethal Compound
Автор: Don Pendleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Морские приключения
Серия: Gold Eagle Executioner
isbn: 9781472085139
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Bolan instantly knew he wasn’t going to like it. “What’s that?”
“He’s taking the attempts on his life seriously, but at the same time, he’s not.”
Bolan had seen this before in very powerful men. “This is a game to him.”
“Guarding him isn’t going to be easy.” Manning leaned back in his chair. “What do you want me to tell him?”
Bolan glanced into his camera. “Bear?”
“Well I don’t exactly like it.” Kurtzman scratched his beard. “But this is exactly the kind of mysterious activity the president wanted investigated, that and keeping our billionaire’s brain inside his skull are both going to be easier to do from the inside. It’s your call, Striker, but I would say accept.”
Bolan made his decision. “Gary, tell Phil I’m excited about this plan and I’m thankful to be a part of it.”
THE EXECUTIONER WAS ON A PLANE to London when his laptop peeped at him. Bolan watched the codes scroll across the screen. Kurtzman was trying to contact him. Bolan keyed in his own codes and Kurtzman appeared on his screen. Bolan put his earbuds in place and opened an instant messaging window.
Kurtzman looked concerned. “We think we know your destination, at least generally,” he said.
That was quick, Bolan typed. Where?
“Tajikistan. MI6 intercepted chatter.”
Chatter from where? Bolan typed.
“From their agents in the People’s Republic of China.”
Bolan clicked some keys and brought up a map of Tajikistan. What’s the gist of the chatter?
“Nothing conclusive. The only thing that is certain is that the Chinese know about Phillip Eckhart’s endeavor. They knew where he was going before we did, and they seem to be keenly interested.”
How would the Chinese find out?
“We don’t know,” Kurtzman said.
I can only think of one reason why China would care, Bolan typed.
Kurtzman nodded. “Heroin.”
Bolan knew from hard experience that there were three major heroin production centers. One was in Latin America, based out of Mexico and Colombia. The second was Southeast Asia, with Myanmar being party central. The third was Southwest Asia, and Afghanistan was ground zero. Afghani heroin took two major overland routes. One was the Balkan route. Turkey was the anchor and from there it branched out through the Balkans to eastern and western Europe. The other path followed the ancient Silk Road to Russia, the Baltic states and other former Soviet republics. Tajikistan was a major gateway state of the Heroin Silk Route.
Bolan knew China had a new generation of billionaire venture capitalists who sailed the seas of international commerce like buccaneers, and Chinese Triads were still the biggest heroin merchants in the world. They got most of their product from Southeast Asia, but the new breed of Chinese businessmen and gangsters were nothing if not expansionist in outlook.
The U.S. invasion of Afghanistan and the toppling of the Taliban had done little to stop the Southwest Asian heroin trade, but many routes had been closed, many drug warlords had been toppled. The situation was in flux and there were vacuums to be filled. The Chinese underworld and the mostly off-the-leash venture capitalists were always looking for opportunity, and with the U.S. and coalition forces in a state of occupation in Afghanistan, having one of the richest and most influential men in America on your side could smooth smuggling matters considerably.
Kurtzman read Bolan’s mind. “The Pentagon is thinking the same thing, but I don’t buy it. A man who willingly lost millions in the gem trade over his moral issues just isn’t the guy who’s going to set himself up in the international trade in junk. He doesn’t need the money. I just don’t buy it.”
Bolan had to admit that he didn’t, either. He’d only spoken to Eckhart for a few seconds but the vibe was wrong, and if Gary Manning said Eckhart seemed to be a stand-up guy, Bolan was willing to trust the big Canadian’s instincts.
Okay, lets get back to archaeology. Dr. Klein and Nancy Rhynman both specialize in the ancient Greeks. Why would Eckhart be consulting them about Tajikistan? Bolan glanced at the map on his computer screen. That’s three thousand miles off course.
“It is a conundrum,” Kurtzman admitted. “You’re just going to have to take the meeting and then you can tell me.”
You have gear in place for me? Bolan typed.
“A man is going to meet you when you get off the plane and give you a key. Take a cab from the airport. There’s a storage facility a few miles down the road. You’ll have a map, the key and the account number. The storage unit has a Land Rover parked in it and everything you asked for and everything else we could think of on our end.”
Thanks, Bear, Bolan typed. Anything else pertinent?
“Yeah, I took Manning’s info and found our Gurkha. Lalbahadur Rai reached the rank of havildar, which is the equivalent of sergeant in the British Army. He served with the British Brigade of Gurkhas C Company, Second Battalion, Parachute Regiment. He served with distinction and when it came time to re-enlist he opted to go to work in the private sector for the firm Global Risks. He served from 2005 through 2007. What he did there is company classified. We can find out but it will take a dedicated hack and some time.”
That’s enough to start with. With any luck he and I are going to end up being allies, Bolan typed.
“So you have a plan?”
Yeah. Bolan checked his watch. Touchdown in London was another two hours away. I’m going to take a nap, eat the in-flight breakfast and then take a meeting with a billionaire.
3
London
The Endeavor team meeting was in ten minutes. Bolan had gotten off the plane, ignored the man in chauffeur livery holding the sign that read Matt Cooper, met his Stony Man contact, gotten a cab, gone to the storage facility and geared up. Phillip Eckhart was the kind of man who did everything right. He didn’t go in for gold-plated toothbrushes and diamond-studded toilets, but he did insist on quality. The Stafford Hotel was not the fanciest in London, it lacked amenities like an in-house spa and gym and the rooms were not palatial. What the Stafford had was class and many travelers considered it the best hotel in London. The eighty-room Edwardian town house was centrally located on a secluded street with its own private access to Green Park and it had service in spades.
Eckhart had been mildly surprised when the Executioner had walked into the bar and introduced himself as Matt Cooper. He had looked Bolan up and down like he might examine a new company’s prospectus and apparently liked what he saw. He told Bolan that his good buddy from Canada had recommended him highly and that was good enough for him. He’d handed Bolan a folder full of files and asked him to peruse it at his leisure before the private dinner СКАЧАТЬ