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Sergei's Office May 20, 2008, 0900 hours He looked at the report on the computer screen, trying to read between the lines, to make the connections that where surely hidden in the text that was before him, a valuable piece of information encoded with a code that was hard to possess, but he did possess it. He had read reports like these in his younger days so he knew how to read round the dry prose employed by the writer. He had also been in a similar situation to the unknown suspect so he was able to make connections that weren't obvious. The report was on a spate of `underworld' killings in London, England. It seemed that a few criminals had had their lives ended in the past couple of days in what the police described as `expert attacks'. The report was for police eyes only, and so went into great detail about each of the murders. The bullet wounds were all instantly fatal, and the location and spacing of them told the medical examiners that the culprit was an excellent shot, or just very lucky. Luck was ruled out quickly as they discovered that all eight men were killed with the same precision, something that worried them greatly. The report concluded that there was a possible serial killer on the loose, a killer highly trained in the art of killing. The report was clustered with two others; they described the deaths of two drug-dealers and a pimp. It was Nikolai. He was sure of that. If it wasn't then it would be a great cause for concern, not least because it would mean the existence of people as well trained as his men, and while that wasn't unlikely the fact that they were targeting criminals in such an open way was something that filled him with unease. He was also disappointed that his junior had let the bodies be discovered, but then again maybe the boy had a plan. He certainly seemed to be doing well, and the police reports suggested that they were currently unable to create a description of the suspect. One thing was extremely clear; there were no thoughts on the suspect killer foreign. Sergei smiled at that, knowing what he knew. Sergei left his office and proceeded to the lift, punching in his codes and waiting for the doors to open. Once inside he pressed the button for Level Four; the lift descended. As soon as the doors opened he began heading towards Intelligence, his eyes telling those who walked past him not to interrupt him. "Zoya Vladislavevna?" he called. He saw her head poke up from behind a computer. "Yes?" she replied. Her long brown hair hung around her pretty face. "I need you to run an operation for me," he told her. `Operation' in this context meant either detecting surveillance or preventing detection. "A Blue Band has got himself into trouble. He has been infiltrating organisations in England but has encountered problems with some of his `peers'." Sergei brought the relevant file up onto her screen. "These murders need to be disguised as separate events. The gang killings must be seen to be the work of Mafia assassins." "Ok," she said, looking forward to the challenge. The report seemed fairly open, but she knew it wouldn't be easy. Sergei looked her straight in the eye. "He may only be a Blue Band, but this is important. Make sure it works." "It will be done," she informed him. That went well, he thought to himself. He hated lying to members of his team, especially the important ones like Schetinin, but he couldn't let them know what this was really about. It would just cause too many problems. Now, he had to call Krivenko and pull a few strings. He smiled. He enjoyed his meeting with his former boss. Return |
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