from Rémi and photos of the latest acquisitions.”
The oyabun was distracted by his laptop for a moment, leaving Masateru standing with his arm extended. Once finished, the oyabun closed the screen and took the folder. He looked at the photos first, scrutinizing each of the eleven faces. Then he read the documents. A frown formed on his features as he finished them.
“This is most concerning.” He paused, taking a sip from a cup of black coffee. “If Interpol does not know who conducted the raid then what hope does that fool András have of working it out?”
Masateru nodded. “I also question why this has come from Rémi and not András himself.”
“I want you to take care of this. Go to Hungary and find out what’s going on. Make sure there won’t be any future problems with the delivery of product…and take two of the Kissaki.” He referred to their paramilitary wing, an elite group of operators named after the razor-sharp tip of a samurai sword.
“Yes, oyabun .”
“One more thing.” He handed the manila folder back. “Number nine, the young blonde. Bring her to me.”
“Yes, oyabun .” The Yakuza lieutenant walked backward out of the room and pulled the doors closed. He turned and walked swiftly down the polished hardwood floor to the front door, pulling his phone from his pocket. It took a single call to organize transport arrangements. His driver would take him to the airport, where two Kissaki and a private jet would be waiting. Within twelve hours he would be at Loran Castle.
CHAPTER 12
PRIMAL HQ, LASCAR ISLAND
“Someone at Interpol just ran a check on Bishop’s alter ego.” Chen Chua ambushed his operations counterpart as he crossed the floor of the Bunker.
Director of operations was Vance’s official title. With Chua’s help, he ran their missions from within the facility known as “the Bunker.” Hidden on PRIMAL’s private island, the headquarters supported the small teams of operatives deployed in the field. Independently financed, accountable only to itself, PRIMAL was an organization hell-bent on bringing justice to those who evaded it. Vance and Chua were the men at the helm of this tight-knit team of high-tech, heavy-hitting vigilantes.
“That’s good, right?” The powerfully built African American was not a man for subtle messages. He insisted on the facts up front.
“Very good,” Chua said. “It tells us the Syndicate is very well connected and they’ve checked him against the fake profile that the team inserted into the system.”
“So they’ve bought his identity?”
“They’ll cross-reference it with some other sources but I’m all over those as well. It’s likely that Bishop will receive an invite to the next auction.”
“Good stuff, let me know when the call comes in.” Vance made for his office.
“There’s another thing.”
Vance stopped.
“Have a look at this.” Chua pointed at his monitor.
“Can you bring it up on a big screen?” Vance gestured to the bank of monitors bolted to the bare stone walls of the PRIMAL operations center.
One of the screens flickered and a satellite image popped up. It showed a compound consisting of two buildings, a large primary dwelling and a smaller structure behind it. There were a number of vehicles around the buildings.
“The tracker that Kurtz gave his agent popped up here yesterday.” Chua used a laser pointer to highlight the main building.
“This is the interim processing facility that Kurtz and Aleks were checking out?” Vance dropped into his command chair.
“It would seem so. This shot was taken from a commercial satellite just over a week ago. Note the bus parked next to the barn aligns with their contact’s report on a new batch of girls recently arriving.”
Chua hit a button and replaced the image with a number of screenshots captured from a local news broadcast showing a burning building surrounded by fire trucks and police cars.
“These are only a few hours old. It’s the
The oyabun was distracted by his laptop for a moment, leaving Masateru standing with his arm extended. Once finished, the oyabun closed the screen and took the folder. He looked at the photos first, scrutinizing each of the eleven faces. Then he read the documents. A frown formed on his features as he finished them.
“This is most concerning.” He paused, taking a sip from a cup of black coffee. “If Interpol does not know who conducted the raid then what hope does that fool András have of working it out?”
Masateru nodded. “I also question why this has come from Rémi and not András himself.”
“I want you to take care of this. Go to Hungary and find out what’s going on. Make sure there won’t be any future problems with the delivery of product…and take two of the Kissaki.” He referred to their paramilitary wing, an elite group of operators named after the razor-sharp tip of a samurai sword.
“Yes, oyabun .”
“One more thing.” He handed the manila folder back. “Number nine, the young blonde. Bring her to me.”
“Yes, oyabun .” The Yakuza lieutenant walked backward out of the room and pulled the doors closed. He turned and walked swiftly down the polished hardwood floor to the front door, pulling his phone from his pocket. It took a single call to organize transport arrangements. His driver would take him to the airport, where two Kissaki and a private jet would be waiting. Within twelve hours he would be at Loran Castle.
CHAPTER 12
PRIMAL HQ, LASCAR ISLAND
“Someone at Interpol just ran a check on Bishop’s alter ego.” Chen Chua ambushed his operations counterpart as he crossed the floor of the Bunker.
Director of operations was Vance’s official title. With Chua’s help, he ran their missions from within the facility known as “the Bunker.” Hidden on PRIMAL’s private island, the headquarters supported the small teams of operatives deployed in the field. Independently financed, accountable only to itself, PRIMAL was an organization hell-bent on bringing justice to those who evaded it. Vance and Chua were the men at the helm of this tight-knit team of high-tech, heavy-hitting vigilantes.
“That’s good, right?” The powerfully built African American was not a man for subtle messages. He insisted on the facts up front.
“Very good,” Chua said. “It tells us the Syndicate is very well connected and they’ve checked him against the fake profile that the team inserted into the system.”
“So they’ve bought his identity?”
“They’ll cross-reference it with some other sources but I’m all over those as well. It’s likely that Bishop will receive an invite to the next auction.”
“Good stuff, let me know when the call comes in.” Vance made for his office.
“There’s another thing.”
Vance stopped.
“Have a look at this.” Chua pointed at his monitor.
“Can you bring it up on a big screen?” Vance gestured to the bank of monitors bolted to the bare stone walls of the PRIMAL operations center.
One of the screens flickered and a satellite image popped up. It showed a compound consisting of two buildings, a large primary dwelling and a smaller structure behind it. There were a number of vehicles around the buildings.
“The tracker that Kurtz gave his agent popped up here yesterday.” Chua used a laser pointer to highlight the main building.
“This is the interim processing facility that Kurtz and Aleks were checking out?” Vance dropped into his command chair.
“It would seem so. This shot was taken from a commercial satellite just over a week ago. Note the bus parked next to the barn aligns with their contact’s report on a new batch of girls recently arriving.”
Chua hit a button and replaced the image with a number of screenshots captured from a local news broadcast showing a burning building surrounded by fire trucks and police cars.
“These are only a few hours old. It’s the
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