extra magazines.”
“From who?”
“I know a guy.” Well, he knew a guy who knew a guy.
The two of them spent the next two hours traveling around the city, picking up various taxis, city buses, the MRT metro system, and simply walking along the river paths, until Jake was damn sure they were not being followed.
Now they stood against a railing in relative darkness, away from the restaurants and bars in Singapore’s Clarke Quay region, where tourists rode slowly in boats below on the river.
“Why all the caution?” Alexandra asked.
Jake wasn’t entirely sure about that. “You know me. I like to be thorough. I picked up a tail at the Hong Kong airport.”
“How is that possible? I thought you flew there on a business charter.”
“I did. But someone must have caught me getting on that flight in Taipei.”
She moved closer to him, like a lover snuggling for warmth, despite the hot, muggy evening. She whispered, “Who do you think it was?”
Jake shrugged. “Probably one of Remington’s Agency assets.”
“You think he knows you’re after him?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” Jake said. “There’s no other way to find the man.”
Alexandra gazed into his eyes with concern. “And you still trust this contact providing guns?”
Wrapping his hand at the small of her back, Jake said, “I think so. There are a number of factions within the Agency. Some are obviously still loyal to Bill Remington, and others are associates of Kurt Jenkins.”
“And this is one of Kurt’s guys?”
“Yeah. A young officer with no ties to Remington.” Jake checked his watch. It was ten minutes after midnight. They guy was late.
“Based on the photo you showed me on your phone, young is the correct term,” she said with a slight laugh.
The way the two of them stood, the river to one side, she could look over his shoulder in one direction and Jake could observe anyone coming from the other way. Finally, Jake saw the young officer approach. He wore dark clothing and carried a man-satchel across his shoulders. But he was limping like a wounded animal, a grimace of pain on his face.
“Here we go,” Jake said, pulling away somewhat from Alexandra.
Then Jake saw the man’s left leg had a wound, with blood leaving a trail behind him.
Jake closed the distance on the guy, his eyes instinctively scanning for danger. “What happened?” Jake asked the man.
The Agency man stopped and glanced behind him. “Sorry I’m late. It’s nice to meet you, Jake. I’ve heard so many good things.” He was definitely in extreme pain. But something had compelled him to complete his mission.
“What happened?” Jake repeated.
“I followed protocol,” he said. “Doubled back numerous times. Took all precautions. But someone caught up with me coming through Chinatown.”
Alexandra closed in, but she kept her distance to protect Jake’s backside. “Gunshot or knife?” she asked.
“Gunshot. Small caliber. I’ll be all right. It was an Asian man. He used a silencer.” His words were clipped and painful. He took off the satchel and handed it to Jake.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” Jake said.
“No. You need to get going,” the Agency man said vehemently.
“We’re not going to leave you here alone,” Alexandra said.
“Who is she?”
Jake didn’t answer. “Who knew you were coming here?”
“Nobody. I got the call directly from Mister Jenkins.”
“And you told no one?” Jake asked.
He shook his head.
“Well someone found out.” Jake looked back at the trail of blood and knew that was trouble. Then he saw the Asian man appear from the side of a restaurant. “He followed your blood trail.”
The man instinctively turned to see who Jake was looking at.
Jake reached into the satchel and felt two guns, along with a number of extra magazines. Just as he pulled one gun from the satchel, the Asian man raised his gun and started shooting.
By the time Jake got his new Glock up to a firing
“From who?”
“I know a guy.” Well, he knew a guy who knew a guy.
The two of them spent the next two hours traveling around the city, picking up various taxis, city buses, the MRT metro system, and simply walking along the river paths, until Jake was damn sure they were not being followed.
Now they stood against a railing in relative darkness, away from the restaurants and bars in Singapore’s Clarke Quay region, where tourists rode slowly in boats below on the river.
“Why all the caution?” Alexandra asked.
Jake wasn’t entirely sure about that. “You know me. I like to be thorough. I picked up a tail at the Hong Kong airport.”
“How is that possible? I thought you flew there on a business charter.”
“I did. But someone must have caught me getting on that flight in Taipei.”
She moved closer to him, like a lover snuggling for warmth, despite the hot, muggy evening. She whispered, “Who do you think it was?”
Jake shrugged. “Probably one of Remington’s Agency assets.”
“You think he knows you’re after him?”
“That’s what I’m hoping,” Jake said. “There’s no other way to find the man.”
Alexandra gazed into his eyes with concern. “And you still trust this contact providing guns?”
Wrapping his hand at the small of her back, Jake said, “I think so. There are a number of factions within the Agency. Some are obviously still loyal to Bill Remington, and others are associates of Kurt Jenkins.”
“And this is one of Kurt’s guys?”
“Yeah. A young officer with no ties to Remington.” Jake checked his watch. It was ten minutes after midnight. They guy was late.
“Based on the photo you showed me on your phone, young is the correct term,” she said with a slight laugh.
The way the two of them stood, the river to one side, she could look over his shoulder in one direction and Jake could observe anyone coming from the other way. Finally, Jake saw the young officer approach. He wore dark clothing and carried a man-satchel across his shoulders. But he was limping like a wounded animal, a grimace of pain on his face.
“Here we go,” Jake said, pulling away somewhat from Alexandra.
Then Jake saw the man’s left leg had a wound, with blood leaving a trail behind him.
Jake closed the distance on the guy, his eyes instinctively scanning for danger. “What happened?” Jake asked the man.
The Agency man stopped and glanced behind him. “Sorry I’m late. It’s nice to meet you, Jake. I’ve heard so many good things.” He was definitely in extreme pain. But something had compelled him to complete his mission.
“What happened?” Jake repeated.
“I followed protocol,” he said. “Doubled back numerous times. Took all precautions. But someone caught up with me coming through Chinatown.”
Alexandra closed in, but she kept her distance to protect Jake’s backside. “Gunshot or knife?” she asked.
“Gunshot. Small caliber. I’ll be all right. It was an Asian man. He used a silencer.” His words were clipped and painful. He took off the satchel and handed it to Jake.
“We need to get you to a hospital,” Jake said.
“No. You need to get going,” the Agency man said vehemently.
“We’re not going to leave you here alone,” Alexandra said.
“Who is she?”
Jake didn’t answer. “Who knew you were coming here?”
“Nobody. I got the call directly from Mister Jenkins.”
“And you told no one?” Jake asked.
He shook his head.
“Well someone found out.” Jake looked back at the trail of blood and knew that was trouble. Then he saw the Asian man appear from the side of a restaurant. “He followed your blood trail.”
The man instinctively turned to see who Jake was looking at.
Jake reached into the satchel and felt two guns, along with a number of extra magazines. Just as he pulled one gun from the satchel, the Asian man raised his gun and started shooting.
By the time Jake got his new Glock up to a firing
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