Read Echo Six: Black Ops 7 - Tibetan Fury for Free Online
Authors: Eric Meyer
changed to Welland?"
"Yeah, some of my folks altered it when the Nazis came to power and started the Second World War. It wasn't considered politic to own to a Germanic name."
"Understood. So this Uncle Abraham, he's in trouble?"
"They all are. He lives in Cairo, a widower. The Muslims killed his wife several months back. That was the first warning. He has two daughters, they run an antiquities business. You heard of Kristallnacht?"
"Nazi Germany, 1938, when the Brownshirts tore up Jewish homes and businesses, and left the streets covered in broken glass from their smashed windows."
"That's right. They're doing it to Abraham. Posted Islamic extremists to watch his place. They've threatened to smash up his place and rape his daughters if he doesn't get out of Cairo immediately."
"Nice people. Devout Muslims."
"Yeah. They told him to leave his property behind, all of it. He's a wealthy man. It's everything he's worked for all his life. He's a fighter and not prepared to give in to blackmail, but what does he do? I told him I'd go to Cairo and help him sort it out, but now..."
Guy spread his arms wide, as if asking for an answer. But what?
"You said sort it out, how do you mean?"
"It's a local Imam at back of it. Abraham gets on with his neighbors fine, but this priest has his eyes on Abraham's villa, just outside the city. It's a beautiful place, furnished with antiquities, paintings, sculptures, you name it. I'll go talk to him, persuade him to stop. Or else."
Or else you'll kill him.
"This Imam and his people, are they serious?"
Guy stared at him. "You're kidding, right? They're Muslims, angling to rob a rich Jew of everything he owns. They've already murdered his wife. Yeah, they're serious, no question. We can't prove it, but there's no doubt."
"How long do you think he has before they move in on him?"
He shrugged. A few weeks, no more. He complained to the cops, but they're not interested. Not in a Jew."
"I guess not. My friend, I can't do anything now, but here's a promise. When this operation ends, I'm coming with you. To Cairo."
"It's not your fight," he objected, "I mean, it may come down to something illegal, the cops could come looking for you."
"I don't give a shit what it is. You're not going alone. I'm coming along to help out."
"Me too."
"Ja, I will come."
They looked as Rovere and Buchmann entered. They'd obviously been nearby, listening.
"Hey, there's no need..."
"Makes no difference," the Italian argued, "Like it or not, we'll be with you."
"Ja, like the Musketeers," Buchmann grunted.
"There were only three of them," Talley pointed out.
"Three? But they still killed people," Buchmann said, "We are going to kill this man, Ja?"
"Nein!" Guy said sharply, and then he mumbled, "unless it becomes necessary."
"It looks like we'll be heading for a vacation in Cairo as soon as we get back," Rovere said cheerfully, "I always wanted to see the pyramids."
Chapter Two
"Who do you work for, Mr. Campbell?"
He had to take a few seconds to gather his breath and fight the pain of the savage blow to his kidneys. Silently, he repeated his mantra, over and over.
"I told you. My name is Tenzin Davaika. I am a Buddhist monk. My Abbot will tell you ...aagghh!"
One of the soldiers had used his nightstick to jab him in the groin, and the pain was unbelievable. Again, he fought for breath.
"Who do you work for?"
There is no pain. Only blue sky, the soft sigh of the wind, and the purity of mountain snow.
"My name is Tenzin Davaika. Please…
Another hard jab.
"Please, you must believe me. I am a simple monk. I do not work for anyone. I serve the Lord Buddha, only in his name. There is no other."
Major Xu Xilong put up a hand to stop the next blow. The Major regarded the bloody body slumped in the chair, his arms tied to the sides.
This one will need a different approach. These damn monks. They are all so difficult to torture, almost as if they enjoy it.
"You like pain, monk?"
"Pain?" He
"Yeah, some of my folks altered it when the Nazis came to power and started the Second World War. It wasn't considered politic to own to a Germanic name."
"Understood. So this Uncle Abraham, he's in trouble?"
"They all are. He lives in Cairo, a widower. The Muslims killed his wife several months back. That was the first warning. He has two daughters, they run an antiquities business. You heard of Kristallnacht?"
"Nazi Germany, 1938, when the Brownshirts tore up Jewish homes and businesses, and left the streets covered in broken glass from their smashed windows."
"That's right. They're doing it to Abraham. Posted Islamic extremists to watch his place. They've threatened to smash up his place and rape his daughters if he doesn't get out of Cairo immediately."
"Nice people. Devout Muslims."
"Yeah. They told him to leave his property behind, all of it. He's a wealthy man. It's everything he's worked for all his life. He's a fighter and not prepared to give in to blackmail, but what does he do? I told him I'd go to Cairo and help him sort it out, but now..."
Guy spread his arms wide, as if asking for an answer. But what?
"You said sort it out, how do you mean?"
"It's a local Imam at back of it. Abraham gets on with his neighbors fine, but this priest has his eyes on Abraham's villa, just outside the city. It's a beautiful place, furnished with antiquities, paintings, sculptures, you name it. I'll go talk to him, persuade him to stop. Or else."
Or else you'll kill him.
"This Imam and his people, are they serious?"
Guy stared at him. "You're kidding, right? They're Muslims, angling to rob a rich Jew of everything he owns. They've already murdered his wife. Yeah, they're serious, no question. We can't prove it, but there's no doubt."
"How long do you think he has before they move in on him?"
He shrugged. A few weeks, no more. He complained to the cops, but they're not interested. Not in a Jew."
"I guess not. My friend, I can't do anything now, but here's a promise. When this operation ends, I'm coming with you. To Cairo."
"It's not your fight," he objected, "I mean, it may come down to something illegal, the cops could come looking for you."
"I don't give a shit what it is. You're not going alone. I'm coming along to help out."
"Me too."
"Ja, I will come."
They looked as Rovere and Buchmann entered. They'd obviously been nearby, listening.
"Hey, there's no need..."
"Makes no difference," the Italian argued, "Like it or not, we'll be with you."
"Ja, like the Musketeers," Buchmann grunted.
"There were only three of them," Talley pointed out.
"Three? But they still killed people," Buchmann said, "We are going to kill this man, Ja?"
"Nein!" Guy said sharply, and then he mumbled, "unless it becomes necessary."
"It looks like we'll be heading for a vacation in Cairo as soon as we get back," Rovere said cheerfully, "I always wanted to see the pyramids."
Chapter Two
"Who do you work for, Mr. Campbell?"
He had to take a few seconds to gather his breath and fight the pain of the savage blow to his kidneys. Silently, he repeated his mantra, over and over.
"I told you. My name is Tenzin Davaika. I am a Buddhist monk. My Abbot will tell you ...aagghh!"
One of the soldiers had used his nightstick to jab him in the groin, and the pain was unbelievable. Again, he fought for breath.
"Who do you work for?"
There is no pain. Only blue sky, the soft sigh of the wind, and the purity of mountain snow.
"My name is Tenzin Davaika. Please…
Another hard jab.
"Please, you must believe me. I am a simple monk. I do not work for anyone. I serve the Lord Buddha, only in his name. There is no other."
Major Xu Xilong put up a hand to stop the next blow. The Major regarded the bloody body slumped in the chair, his arms tied to the sides.
This one will need a different approach. These damn monks. They are all so difficult to torture, almost as if they enjoy it.
"You like pain, monk?"
"Pain?" He
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