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Sergei's Office June 14, 2008, 2000 hours "Tell me what you have," Sergei ordered, annoyed enough that there had been no warning at all, and therefore nothing could have been done by his agency to prevent it. That still didn't prevent his anger from rising to the surface. There would be repercussions for this. "Yes, sir," Kovalenko replied, tapping away on the keyboard to bring up the correct display. It was video footage, shot inside the office of the now dead Chechyan leader. Someone must have smuggled the tape out somehow. Sergei wasn't interested in the how just yet, he wanted to see the situation. Four bodyguards where in view, each standing around the edge of the office while their boss sat at his desk, shuffling paper and making notes. The scene was typical. That was until one of the bodyguards drew his weapon and fired four shots in quick succession into the body of sitting man. "Freeze it there," he ordered. Kovalenko thumbed the pause button quickly. Sergei leaned in even closer, taking his time to examine the image, taking in every detail he could find. His eyes fixed on the eyes of the killer. There was something about them he didn't like, something that didn't add up. "Has the shooter been ID'd yet?" "Not yet, sir. The information we have suggests that he had only just begun working on the principle detail, though it appears that he has spent a number of years in the security forces." Kovalenko looked down slightly at that. Sergei knew what it meant, and he knew how it felt to not have anything to give. "Continue." The video jolted into life, showing the other bodyguards reacting and firing relentlessly into the body of the assassin. Sergei kept his eyes locked on those of the killer. The eyes showed no pain, no fear; they were lifeless. That troubled him. It just didn't add up to a routine assassination, if they could ever be called routine. He waited till the sequence finished before closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair, the thoughts in his head slowly settling, allowing him the chance to try and organise them into something that made some sense. He knew that there were still pieces of this jigsaw missing, probably some very large and important pieces at that, but it was good practise to find out what he knew, and then try and work out what he needed to know. "Ok, process this and find out everything about the people in that room, especially the shooter. I want to know everything he did in the past month, where he slept, what he ate, who he spoke to, what colour his piss was� everything." "Yes sir," Kovalenko replied before walking out of the room. Once the door had closed Sergei picked up the phone. "Has Nikolai called in?" he asked his secretary. "Not yet sir, we are still waiting. Want me to patch him through when he does?" she enquired. "No, thanks." He waited till he heard the beep, then replaced the phone in its place. His mind went back to its puzzle. There was something afoot. Someone was making a move. But who? Return |
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