PRIMAL Nemesis (Book 2 in the Redemption Trilogy, A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 6) (The PRIMAL Series) by Jack Silkstone Page B
Authors: Jack Silkstone
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caught a cab from Newark International Airport to the apartment Saneh had chosen on a short-term rental website. The two-bedroom apartment was only a block from the building that housed the MVI offices.
“Wow, you did well, Saneh. This is a nice place.” Mirza dragged two black bags into the living room.
The accommodation was ultra modern, painted off-white, with original pieces of art on each wall.
“It'll do.” She placed her own bags on the floor and nodded at a long glass table. “We can set up here.” She unzipped her laptop case and started setting up the secure network link back to the Bunker.
Mirza brought his own computer over and plugged it in.
“So what exactly happened down in Mexico?” she asked as she connected an encryption module to the Wi-Fi receiver.
“What do you mean? Chua briefed you on what happened. We shut down the mine.”
“Yes, I know that part. I was just wondering about how it all started. I mean, one minute you and Bishop are heading to New York and the next minute you're on a mission in Mexico. You were supposed to be on a holiday.”
“We were, but Chua sent Bishop on a mission.”
“To Mexico?”
“No, here in New York. Aden met with a journalist who Chua was concerned might be investigating PRIMAL. He didn't know she was investigating the dodgy mining operation in Mexico. Bish walked into the middle of an attempted kidnapping and saved her.”
She looked up from her laptop. “So, let me get this straight. Aden chased a girl down to Mexico and you and Mitch had to bail him out?”
“No, not exactly. He agreed to go to Mexico to help expose what was happening with the mine and then things... kind of escalated.”
“This girl, is she pretty?”
“Yes, but not like you.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, is that right?”
He laughed nervously. “It wasn’t like that. He went down to Mexico to make sure she stayed safe, that’s all. She needed to get photos of the mine and he wanted to find out if what she was telling him was true. It turned out to be worse. The mine had hired cartel gunmen to force farmers from their land. They murdered old men, tortured young boys. She was wounded when the cartel went after them.”
“Is she OK?”
He nodded. “Aden got her out, then refused to abandon the farmers. You know the rest. He has a big heart. You should know a lot of it belongs to you.”
The former Iranian intelligence operative tried not to blush. She redirected the conversation back to their current mission. “So we know where Mr. Wesley Chambers works and we know he owns a boat. But what we really want to know is where he likes to party.”
“There's a club on 10 th called Avenue. He seems to be there a fair bit.”
“How do you know that?”
“I Googled him.” Mirza spun his laptop so she could see the pictures on the screen. There were half a dozen showing the banker with pretty girls and men in suits.
“Might be a good place to start then.”
“I’ve already checked out the metadata on the photos. If his routine is the same as the last three weeks, he should be there tonight.”
She smiled. “You’ve become quite the agent, Mirza Mansoor.”
“Well, I've learned from the best.”
She pretended to grimace. “Aden Bishop, super spy.”
He laughed. “You guys are so perfect for each other it's disgusting.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Really? Grab your jacket, Mirza. I'm going to punish you for that comment.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Shopping. I need something to wear tonight and you're going to carry the bags.”
***
CARACAS, VENEZUELA
The bus door opened with a clunk and Antonio stepped onto the street. He winced as the step down jarred his shoulder. His arm was in a sling and it was the reason he was using the bus instead of his bike.
He walked stiffly beside the busy main road passing throngs of pedestrians. Tall office blocks overlooked the tree-lined street and he checked their numbers as he passed. Finding
“Wow, you did well, Saneh. This is a nice place.” Mirza dragged two black bags into the living room.
The accommodation was ultra modern, painted off-white, with original pieces of art on each wall.
“It'll do.” She placed her own bags on the floor and nodded at a long glass table. “We can set up here.” She unzipped her laptop case and started setting up the secure network link back to the Bunker.
Mirza brought his own computer over and plugged it in.
“So what exactly happened down in Mexico?” she asked as she connected an encryption module to the Wi-Fi receiver.
“What do you mean? Chua briefed you on what happened. We shut down the mine.”
“Yes, I know that part. I was just wondering about how it all started. I mean, one minute you and Bishop are heading to New York and the next minute you're on a mission in Mexico. You were supposed to be on a holiday.”
“We were, but Chua sent Bishop on a mission.”
“To Mexico?”
“No, here in New York. Aden met with a journalist who Chua was concerned might be investigating PRIMAL. He didn't know she was investigating the dodgy mining operation in Mexico. Bish walked into the middle of an attempted kidnapping and saved her.”
She looked up from her laptop. “So, let me get this straight. Aden chased a girl down to Mexico and you and Mitch had to bail him out?”
“No, not exactly. He agreed to go to Mexico to help expose what was happening with the mine and then things... kind of escalated.”
“This girl, is she pretty?”
“Yes, but not like you.”
She arched an eyebrow. “Oh, is that right?”
He laughed nervously. “It wasn’t like that. He went down to Mexico to make sure she stayed safe, that’s all. She needed to get photos of the mine and he wanted to find out if what she was telling him was true. It turned out to be worse. The mine had hired cartel gunmen to force farmers from their land. They murdered old men, tortured young boys. She was wounded when the cartel went after them.”
“Is she OK?”
He nodded. “Aden got her out, then refused to abandon the farmers. You know the rest. He has a big heart. You should know a lot of it belongs to you.”
The former Iranian intelligence operative tried not to blush. She redirected the conversation back to their current mission. “So we know where Mr. Wesley Chambers works and we know he owns a boat. But what we really want to know is where he likes to party.”
“There's a club on 10 th called Avenue. He seems to be there a fair bit.”
“How do you know that?”
“I Googled him.” Mirza spun his laptop so she could see the pictures on the screen. There were half a dozen showing the banker with pretty girls and men in suits.
“Might be a good place to start then.”
“I’ve already checked out the metadata on the photos. If his routine is the same as the last three weeks, he should be there tonight.”
She smiled. “You’ve become quite the agent, Mirza Mansoor.”
“Well, I've learned from the best.”
She pretended to grimace. “Aden Bishop, super spy.”
He laughed. “You guys are so perfect for each other it's disgusting.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Really? Grab your jacket, Mirza. I'm going to punish you for that comment.”
“What? Where are we going?”
“Shopping. I need something to wear tonight and you're going to carry the bags.”
***
CARACAS, VENEZUELA
The bus door opened with a clunk and Antonio stepped onto the street. He winced as the step down jarred his shoulder. His arm was in a sling and it was the reason he was using the bus instead of his bike.
He walked stiffly beside the busy main road passing throngs of pedestrians. Tall office blocks overlooked the tree-lined street and he checked their numbers as he passed. Finding
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