The Killing Rule. Don Pendleton

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      “Sounds mysterious, Bill.” Jennings smiled good-naturedly, his eyes unreadable. “What’s this all about?”

      “Well…” Lord William looked down at his shoes in embarrassment. “To tell you the truth, Clive, I’m rather between fortunes at the moment.”

      Jennings cocked his head. “You’ve been at the baccarat tables again, haven’t you?”

      “Nothing quite so romantic. The fact is I’ve never had much of a head for business. Some investments haven’t panned out. Indeed, they’ve cost me rather dearly.”

      “Don’t sell yourself short, old man. You’ve done quite well.” The words were solicitous, but Jennings’s body language told an entirely different story. He loved Lord William coming to the business he’d stolen from him with his hat in his hand. “You’ll land on your feet and be flush again in no time. You always do.”

      Lord William squared his shoulders, seeming to summon what dignity he had left. “Clive, I’m not a young man anymore. The truth is, I need your help.”

      “Well, I suppose I could arrange a loan for you.” Jennings shrugged. “I’d be willing to accept your shares in the company as collateral.”

      “That’s generous of you, Clive, but what I really need are some good men.”

      Jennings blinked. “Men?”

      “I’m an old man, Clive, but I think I may have one last adventure left in me. Mr. Cooper came to me with a rather harebrained scheme. So harebrained, in fact, it sounds like it almost might work.”

      Jennings was clearly intrigued. “You have a mission?”

      Bolan kept the smile off of his face and reminded himself never to play cards with Lord William.

      “I’ll be blunt, Clive. It’s a treasure hunt.”

      “A treasure hunt?”

      The old man flashed his trademark grin. “You know me, Clive. Diamonds have always been my best friends. Mr. Cooper’s research is quite solid, and I’ve had it discreetly verified. They’re there. The bugger of it is, the location is remote, and the terrain, the locals and the local government could only be described as exceptionally hostile. I need to put together a team, and I’ve lost contact with most of the men I worked with in the past. For that matter, most of the men I know from when I was running the company are like me, ten years past it, if not more. I’m not asking you for money, Clive. I need a few good men. Then the money will come.”

      “‘Gold does not find good soldiers, but good soldiers are quite capable of finding gold.’” Jennings was quoting Prince Machiavelli. “Or in this case, diamonds.”

      “Just so, old man.” Lord William grinned. “Just so.”

      “So…” Jennings frowned in thought. “You want me to recommend some men for you, then, is it?”

      “I’d like to look at the current company roster. See who’s been where, what languages they speak and all that. There will be some aspects of this jaunt that will require some very specific skills. I want to put together a short list and begin interviewing as quickly as possible.”

      “You need to tell me more, Bill.”

      “’Fraid I can’t, Clive.” Lord William smiled slyly. “You’re something of a go-getter. I think if I told you too much about it, you might just go off and get them yourself.”

      “Well, that is possible.” Jennings smiled slightly at the compliment. “But our list of associates as well as recruitment are my purview, and our associates depend on our discretion and respect of their serving in anonymity.”

      “I believe most of the men on the roster would lose their little minds if they knew Red-Hot Willy was looking for a few good men.”

      “That may be.” Jennings sighed in mock reluctance. “But I’m afraid I can’t do it.”

      “I’ll cut you in for ten percent.”

      “Ten percent of nothing is still nothing, Bill. You don’t have anything yet, and treasure hunts have a habit of turning out badly in my experience. As a matter of fact, most of them don’t turn up anything other than debt. It’s not a good investment in men or publicity. For that matter Aegis Global Security doesn’t need our associates being captured and rotting in some third-world prison.”

      “Clive, I need this.”

      “I can’t help you, old man.” The words were an insult coming off Jennings’s lips.

      Lord William stared up into the clouds for long moments and reluctantly played his ace. “I’ll sell you my shares.”

      An ugly light gleamed in Clive Jennings’s eyes. “Your shares aren’t worth that much, Bill.”

      “Oh, I think they’re worth far more to you than what they’re listed at.”

      Jennings shrugged indifferently.

      “My shares and ten percent.” Lord William put a wounded look in his eyes. “It’s my last hurrah, Clive. Help out an old man.”

      Lord William had built Aegis with his own sweat and blood. Jennings had stolen it with ones and zeroes. It was very clear that Jennings despised the old man. It was also clear that Jennings was very capable and shrewd. He smiled at Lord William. “Bill?”

      “Yes, Clive?”

      “You’re up to something.”

      “Well, to be honest, yes.” Lord William dropped the act. “Clive, I really do need to have a look at the current Aegis roster of associates.”

      “You can bring it up at the next shareholders’ meeting.” Jennings’s smile was sickening. “Now, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

      “’Fraid I’m going to have to insist, Clive.”

      Bolan cocked the Walther in his pocket. It was a small noise but noticeable in the sudden quiet in the courtyard. Jennings shook his head. “What? You’re going to threaten me with a cigarette lighter?” He started to reach under his jacket.

      Bolan took the cocked PPK out of his pocket and pointed it at Jennings’s face.

      The man’s eyes widened. He was clearly used to being in control of every situation. Being caught flatfooted was an alien experience. He nearly made a move as Bolan reached under his jacket and relieved him of his two-tone 9 mm SIG-Sauer P-239 pistol but apparently thought better of it.

      “Now, let’s have a look at that roster, then,” Lord William cajoled.

      Jennings slowly folded his arms across his chest. “No.”

      “No?” Lord William took out his Walther and thumbed back the hammer. “Are you sure?”

      “You’re not going to shoot me, and neither is your friend.”

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