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survive more than a few
days past his departure. No loss there. Yet...worry gnawed at him.
The Malakim had been busy freeing their long lost friends. They'd
been busy too, developing alliances within the Australian law
enforcement, military and security organisations. Somewhere they
had stashed the spaceship they'd captured from the Din when their
pitiful rebellion had first started. They'd evicted all his
contacts from the town, apart from two Din who'd had the audacity
to defect to their side to save their skins. Any agents he sent to
infiltrate the town were swiftly detected. He still hadn’t worked
out how. He'd tried burning them out during the middle of last
summer's heat wave only to have them use that same captured
spaceship to water bomb the fire. Troops he'd sent to engage them
when they went to rescue the Malakim in the Himalayas had fled.
Gibbering idiots the lot of them. The soldiers had spoken of the
earth opening beneath their tank, strange mists rising from the
ground and beings who magically appeared behind them. The Malakim
were proving troublesome. There were only a few of them but that
was more than his comfort level allowed. Right now they were
focused on freeing the rest of their friends but what happened
after they completed that task? He knew the answer. They'd be
coming after the Din.
He glanced
nervously at the calendar on the wall, as if it was a ticking time
bomb on his global empire. Only trouble was he didn't know how long
was left on the count down. The Malakim had tried 100,000 years ago
to stop his kind reaching this planet. He'd beaten them then he'd
beat them now. Feeling better he looked over at the armor plated
door that barricaded his office. A low pitched alarm and flashing
light on the security panel notifying him that someone wished to
enter. Calling up the security camera he quickly identified the man
but wasn't going to let him in that easy. “Put your eye to the
camera.” He ordered over the intercom. The computer verified the
man's ID so Sakla grudgingly pressed the release lock on the door.
The new security procedures did little to reassure him that his
place on the planet was permanent.
A bland
looking expressionless man entered carrying a notepad. Sakla
smirked to himself. He knew that ploy. The man was trying to look
busy. Perhaps they'd recruited him from the higher echelons of
government. “What is it Smith?”
“Sir, we've
intercepted an encrypted email from the female subject the Russian
mob notified us about.”
“And... what
did it say? I haven't got all day.”
“Sir?” Smith
voice took on a pained tone. “It's encrypted.”
“I know that,
that's what you just said. I'd assumed you'd cracked it. Do you at
least know who it was to?”
Smith sucked
his breath in. The boss wasn't going to like this. “That Malakim in
Japan, the one that goes by the weird name of Jnarn.”
“Shit! And you
got nothing else out of the message.”
“Only the
subject heading.”
Sakla glared
at the man meaningfully. “Your life is ticking away Smith. What did
it say?”
“Just some
ancient Greek word. Eureka!”
Fuck, damn
those geneticists. “It means they've found it.”
“Found what
Sir? Do you want me to send for General Polemarch?”
“No I
particularity don't want you to tell Polemarch.” Polemarch wasn't
exactly on his favored list since his troops had stuffed up in the
Himalayas. This was all getting out of hand. He needed a bolder
plan of attack to tackle the enemy.”Arrange for one of our agents
in Moscow to watch the subject but he’s not to interfere with her.
There’s some lucrative trade deal hanging on her short-term safety.
We won’t touch her while she remains in the Russian Mafia’s
territory. As soon as she sets so much as one foot on Australian
soil have her killed.”
“Yes Sir.
Anything else Sir.”
“Yes, set me
up a teleconference with the commander at our base on the dark side
of the moon and get me some up-to-date satellite
days past his departure. No loss there. Yet...worry gnawed at him.
The Malakim had been busy freeing their long lost friends. They'd
been busy too, developing alliances within the Australian law
enforcement, military and security organisations. Somewhere they
had stashed the spaceship they'd captured from the Din when their
pitiful rebellion had first started. They'd evicted all his
contacts from the town, apart from two Din who'd had the audacity
to defect to their side to save their skins. Any agents he sent to
infiltrate the town were swiftly detected. He still hadn’t worked
out how. He'd tried burning them out during the middle of last
summer's heat wave only to have them use that same captured
spaceship to water bomb the fire. Troops he'd sent to engage them
when they went to rescue the Malakim in the Himalayas had fled.
Gibbering idiots the lot of them. The soldiers had spoken of the
earth opening beneath their tank, strange mists rising from the
ground and beings who magically appeared behind them. The Malakim
were proving troublesome. There were only a few of them but that
was more than his comfort level allowed. Right now they were
focused on freeing the rest of their friends but what happened
after they completed that task? He knew the answer. They'd be
coming after the Din.
He glanced
nervously at the calendar on the wall, as if it was a ticking time
bomb on his global empire. Only trouble was he didn't know how long
was left on the count down. The Malakim had tried 100,000 years ago
to stop his kind reaching this planet. He'd beaten them then he'd
beat them now. Feeling better he looked over at the armor plated
door that barricaded his office. A low pitched alarm and flashing
light on the security panel notifying him that someone wished to
enter. Calling up the security camera he quickly identified the man
but wasn't going to let him in that easy. “Put your eye to the
camera.” He ordered over the intercom. The computer verified the
man's ID so Sakla grudgingly pressed the release lock on the door.
The new security procedures did little to reassure him that his
place on the planet was permanent.
A bland
looking expressionless man entered carrying a notepad. Sakla
smirked to himself. He knew that ploy. The man was trying to look
busy. Perhaps they'd recruited him from the higher echelons of
government. “What is it Smith?”
“Sir, we've
intercepted an encrypted email from the female subject the Russian
mob notified us about.”
“And... what
did it say? I haven't got all day.”
“Sir?” Smith
voice took on a pained tone. “It's encrypted.”
“I know that,
that's what you just said. I'd assumed you'd cracked it. Do you at
least know who it was to?”
Smith sucked
his breath in. The boss wasn't going to like this. “That Malakim in
Japan, the one that goes by the weird name of Jnarn.”
“Shit! And you
got nothing else out of the message.”
“Only the
subject heading.”
Sakla glared
at the man meaningfully. “Your life is ticking away Smith. What did
it say?”
“Just some
ancient Greek word. Eureka!”
Fuck, damn
those geneticists. “It means they've found it.”
“Found what
Sir? Do you want me to send for General Polemarch?”
“No I
particularity don't want you to tell Polemarch.” Polemarch wasn't
exactly on his favored list since his troops had stuffed up in the
Himalayas. This was all getting out of hand. He needed a bolder
plan of attack to tackle the enemy.”Arrange for one of our agents
in Moscow to watch the subject but he’s not to interfere with her.
There’s some lucrative trade deal hanging on her short-term safety.
We won’t touch her while she remains in the Russian Mafia’s
territory. As soon as she sets so much as one foot on Australian
soil have her killed.”
“Yes Sir.
Anything else Sir.”
“Yes, set me
up a teleconference with the commander at our base on the dark side
of the moon and get me some up-to-date satellite
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