pick up some equipment.â
âWell, okay.â
âWe also need to recon our extraction route. In case we need to leave India by less ⦠umm ⦠conventional means.â
Mark nodded, satisfied. That he understood. Physical recon of an escape route was smart. He liked that Ruby was thinking through to the end. Her recent, long silences had made him uneasy.
âTell me about the team I asked you to put together, Mark.⦠Who are the three guys you picked?â
âSolid, reliable hitters ⦠just like you wanted. Experienced blokes who donât ask too many questions. They take orders and have no qualms in executing them.â
âPerfect.â
âYeah. Not the fancy, brainy, officer types.â He could never resist a dig at authority.
Ruby laughed. âAny of them have criminal records?â
âNope.â
âPerfect. Canât have any flags coming up when they cross borders.â
âDonât worry about it.â He waved airily, but Ruby could tell something was bothering him. Mark brought it up before she could ask. âSay, boss, any chance that they may not be coming back at all?â
Ruby shrugged. âDepends on them ⦠how things pan out ⦠and how they handle them.â
âFair enough.â He cleared his throat. âI see what you mean.â Another pause. âWell, the first two are a couple of Aussies, Gary Boucher and Shaun Ontong currently operating in South Africa, and the third, Rafael Gerber, is from Germany. All three are clean and perfect for the job.â
âDid they have any questions?â
âNot the Aussies, but the German did ⦠he is a bit anal. Wanted to know who heâd be working with, so I had to give him a brief about the Aussies. He was happy when he learned theyâre operating in Africa. Heâs been there several years and thinks itâs the best training ground.â
âNothing about me, I hope?â
âNot a peep about you.â Mark smiled reassuringly. âIn any case, his primary concern had been only one.â
âWhich is?â
âWie was das Geld ist?â (What is the money like?)
â Das Geld ist gut ,â Ruby replied firmly. Knowing what she had told Mark to offer them, she knew the money was more than good.
âYeah.â Mark grinned. âThatâs exacty what I told him. Half payable on reaching Delhi and the rest when the jobâs done. He had no further questions.â
âHmmm ⦠hoert sich gut an. â (That sounds good.) They both laughed. âDid you set up the communication protocol with them?â
âI did. They are packed and ready. One text message and theyâll move to Delhi.â
âPerfect.â
Twenty minutes later, they were off again. The A9 highway seemed to be getting even worse. As did the condition of the buildings and houses they passed.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Ravinder and Mohite had finished hammering out the details of the security arrangements for the peace summit and shot it off to Thakur when Gyan, Ravinderâs office runner, entered.
Heâd been with Ravinder for several years. Though less than brilliant, Gyan was rock-solid and totally devoted to Ravinder. The bond between them had grown ever since Ravinder, learning about Gyanâs cancer-stricken seven-year-old son, had ensured that Gyan was always posted where the best possible medical facilities were available and had ensured that Gyan received aid from police welfare funds to care for his son.
âThere is a visitor for you, sir.â Gyanâs gentle tone was a nice contrast to his massive size. A moment later a tall, well-built man with close-cropped blond hair and bright, blue gray eyes walked in.
âMr. Gill?â Dressed in a smart gray business suit, he appeared slightly ill at ease. âI am Chance ⦠Chance Spillman. Iâm with the agency.â His
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