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Publié par | Troubador Publishing Ltd |
Date de parution | 02 novembre 2018 |
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EAN13 | 9781785894688 |
Langue | English |
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A. D. Rogers
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Contents
Cover
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
CHAPTER 42
CHAPTER 43
CHAPTER 44
CHAPTER 45
CHAPTER 46
CHAPTER 47
CHAPTER 48
CHAPTER 49
CHAPTER 50
CHAPTER 51
CHAPTER 52
CHAPTER 53
CHAPTER 54
CHAPTER 55
CHAPTER 56
CHAPTER 57
CHAPTER 58
CHAPTER 59
CHAPTER 60
CHAPTER 61
EPILOGUE.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Thanks again to the usual suspects. To Jane and Clare for the help with editing, Louise and Les for the feedback, and a big thanks to Paul Singleton for the hard work he put in again. I would also like to say a special thanks to the team at Matador – in particular, Rachel, Megan and Chelsea. They patiently deal with all my questions and solve my problems. Without their invaluable help, I would have been totally lost!
PROLOGUE
Moscow – April 2007
The early spring sunshine splashed softly across the domes of St. Basil’s Cathedral, making them sparkle and glow. It seemed implausible that an awe-inspiring monument could be found in such an improbable setting. At the far end of Red Square, two men gazed back toward the iconic building. The Cathedral of Vasily the Blessed was a dazzling jewel in a sea of concrete and dull, grey stone. James Trent had worked in Moscow for several months but never tired of this imposing view. His official title was Cultural Attaché at the British Embassy and his duties included babysitting certain visitors to Moscow as they explored the dangerous streets of the capital. A select number of people within the Embassy knew that his title was merely a useful cover – his real job was much more secretive. James glanced toward his companion, this was the point at which he would normally begin his “tourist” speech but he was hopeful he wouldn’t need his mental notes today.
His colleagues in the Embassy found it hard to get close to James. He seemed to love all things Russian, spoke the language perfectly and knew Moscow like the back of his hand. James blended in well with the Russian people and was a mine of useless information about all things Soviet but that was as much as they could ever get from him. He did his job without complaint, was polite and courteous but no-one could claim that James Trent was friendly. A few colleagues even remarked that there appeared to be a permanent air of sadness about him.
James had risen rapidly through the ranks of MI6. Dependable and confident, he had taken everything in his stride and looked to be heading for the top. Then came an assignment in Afghanistan which went badly wrong. No blame was attached to James but many people died during an operation against the Russian invaders. James was one of the casualties, hospitalised with shrapnel injuries. His current assignment in Moscow was part of his recuperation and on the surface he appeared to be recovering well. James still had a love for Russian culture and the Russian people but he now harboured a deep hatred for the Russian leadership and would do anything in his power to hurt them.
The current political climate in Moscow meant that visitors to the Embassy were strongly advised never to travel around the city alone. Most visitors were happy to be accompanied and this arrangement suited James. It meant that he could wander around the city without arousing suspicion – playing the part of a tour guide. In reality, he often used the trips to pick up information or to contact informants. Perhaps the only downside to the frequent trips was that sometimes he had to deal with people who had no real interest with Russia or its history. Some visitors would soon display indifference, their eyes glazing over with boredom but James had a hunch that he wouldn’t have that problem today.
His companion for the day was an IT contractor, Luke Linden. Luke had been working long hours in the bowels of the Embassy, locked away in the small computer room, and today he was taking a well-earned break. James had been introduced to Luke in the Embassy canteen and was surprised to find he wasn’t looking at a typical, pasty-faced, computer geek. Luke was a tall, powerfully built man with a confident air and cheerful smile. They chatted for a few minutes and James went through a few guidelines that would hopefully keep Luke safe during their excursion. Luke seemed happy to do whatever he was told and James was even more encouraged when he discovered that his new friend understood a little of the Russian language.
“My degree was Modern Languages.” Luke explained, “Old habits die hard, I always at least try to talk to the locals in their own language wherever I go.”
They had left the Embassy and moved amongst the crowds heading towards the centre of the city. Throughout the morning they passed in and out of the usual tourist sites and James was encouraged by Luke’s inquisitive outlook.
“This makes a refreshing change.” he finally admitted.
Luke smiled. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“Well normally I show people around who soon become bored but you actually appear to be interested.” James explained.
Luke chuckled. “I love to travel and I never turn down the opportunity of a free guided tour!”
The two men moved on and had lunch in a small restaurant not too far from the Kremlin, now they were stood in Red Square – looking towards St. Basil’s Cathedral.
“Please stop me if you know any of this.” James began, “Although most people know this as Saint Basil’s Cathedral or The Cathedral of Vasily the Blessed – the official name is the Cathedral of the Intercession of the Most Holy Theotokos on the Moat.”
“I definitely did not know that!” laughed Luke.
James smiled and continued. “It was built from 1555–61 on orders from Ivan the Terrible and was the city’s tallest building until the completion of the Great Bell Tower in 1600. The original building, known as Trinity Church and later Trinity Cathedral, contained eight side churches arranged around a central church. The tenth church was erected in 1588 over the grave of venerated local saint Vasily – “Basil”. The building is shaped to represent the flame of a bonfire rising into the sky. The church was confiscated from the Russian Orthodox community as part of the Soviet clampdown on organised religion and is now a museum.”
“It’s certainly very impressive.” Luke agreed. “If only these walls could talk.”
“These buildings will probably have witnessed many terrible things over the last few hundred years.” James admitted. “And perhaps the occasional happy event as well. Anyway, enough culture, it’s time for a break! Fancy a beer?”
Luke was surprised – it wasn’t long since they had finished lunch but he didn’t argue. “Sounds good to me.” he smiled.
James led them along the side of the Cathedral and into a small adjacent street. He had been stealthily pushing them towards this point – at this time, because he was hoping to brush past a contact in the narrow street. If all went well he was expecting to receive a small disc. The street was blocked to traffic so James and Luke strolled down the middle of the road, chatting as they walked. Beneath his seemingly calm exterior, James was constantly checking around for signs of danger. Everything seemed safe enough as he spotted his contact moving up the hill towards them. James stayed firmly in the middle of the road – if he moved towards the pavement that was the signal to abandon the drop. The men drew closer and then James appeared to stumble and the approaching man grabbed him to help him stay on his feet. They only touched for seconds, James thanked the man and they moved apart – then shouts rang out.
“Halt – stay where you are – you’re under arrest!”
Four men materialised from nowhere. Two had been working as street cleaners and the two others dived out from the front of a house. James knew that they weren’t police.
“Run!” he shouted.
James’s contact didn’t need telling twice and began to move away from the confrontation, with James and Luke close behind him. Suddenly the contact tripped on a loose kerbstone and went down in