shifts. I want that place
stormed over and over again until they can do it blindfolded.”
“You can see from this layout each of the rooms and
possible hiding places,” continued John Sea as he showed a schematic from the
file of The Grey Man’s house. “Get your
guys to memorize every detail, every facet until you get the word from me. When you do, I want his place ripped apart. Each guy is to have a machine gun, grenades,
whatever it takes. I want The Grey Man dead. Is that clear?”
“Sure, sure,” said Keith. “Trust me. It will be Armageddon.”
“Now let’s discuss The Surgeon,” said John Sea.
The file was opened and Keith could see Surge’s picture. “Okay, this guy is a legend. An unarmed combat specialist, he teaches the
top operatives, commandos, special forces , spooks, CIA,
MI5, you name it. He was definitely not a
man to get into a fight with.”
“However, a few years ago he overstepped the mark in
Ireland and got beaten to within an inch of his life. Since then he has only had one professional
job, last year helping to avenge The Assassin’s wife that also ended up with him
in hospital, so he is not what he was but still looks dangerous.”
“Each day he runs through the town where he lives and up
through this circuit,” John Sea explained, pointing at a map. “Have a few armed men meet him, take him down
an alley and cut his throat. Make it
looks like a mugging gone wrong if you can, I do not want any witnesses. Okay?”
“Sure,” said Keith. “Easy. No problem. I have a really good team that can handle
this, lots of experience, top pros.”
“Okay. Now for Collins, The Assassin. This
guy is really dangerous. He has been killing
people for thirty plus years and is a master, possibly the best there ever was. His favourite weapon is a pistol but apparently he is very deadly with any weapon. He never misses.”
“However, he has become old and a creature of habit which
is always dangerous. He lives here,” John Sea said pointing to a picture of an old,
detached house in the south of London with a front garden surrounded by a tall
hedge and a narrow path to the front door.
“Get a team of three together, your best. One in the car, one shooter, one back up. Do not fuck about with this one. I want heavy artillery. Get him to open the door then blow him away. Nothing left.”
“No problem. And you
mentioned a kidnap?”
“Collins, The Assassin, has a son, Jonathan, who works in
the family shop,” said John Sea. “Last
year he ran around with The Grey Man and might have some information about the
security infrastructure The Grey Man was working on. I am very interested in learning more. Also if anything goes wrong I want leverage. I do not want those bastards hunting me
without an edge. I want you personally
to take care of this. Take a couple of
the boys, go to the shop and persuade this little shit to take a ride with you. Bring him here for a chat. Get this all in place and let me know when
you are ready to go. Keep discreet eyes
on the Surgeon and The Assassin and keep all channels open. Okay?”
“What about everything else that’s going on?”
“Trust me. This
takes precedence over everything. One
wrong move and there is nothing else.”
“Budget?” Keith
asked.
“Unlimited. Whatever it takes.”
Chapter 10
Surveillance
Keith Poole woke the next morning in his large apartment at the golf
course overlooking the eighteenth hole. The room was tastefully furnished in a modern steel and glass way, with
a Scandinavian theme, minimalist, with low furniture and clean lines. There was no feeling of home or warmth. There were no personal effects anywhere in
the room. It was smart, functional and had
the atmosphere of a hotel suite.
He worked out for an hour in his personal gym then showered, dressed
and sat
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