Black Ops Omnibus by Matt Lynn

Author:Matt Lynn
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Lume Books
Published: 2013-11-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

There might be a nightclub somewhere with more cocaine, gold and good-looking women on display but Alex didn’t reckon he’d ever been to it. The villa was high up in the mountains, nestled into a crag in the side of the hills, looking out over a lake that stretched a mile into the distance. They’d driven up here first thing in the morning in a Toyota Land Cruiser that Bykov had provided them with. Driven by a thin, wired up Russian, who, like Bykov was a former member of that country’s Spetsnaz Special Forces unit, it twisted its way through the sparsely populated countryside, then up through the dense foliage of the mountains. “Here it is, lads,” said Richmond as they got out of the vehicle. “The devil’s lair.”

From a distance, the villa looked like a private house, but close up it was more like a military compound. A high, electrified fence, built out of barbed wire surrounded the entire complex. A gate led inside but was protected by two armed guards, and, as you approached the main building, the surveillance cameras were evident everywhere.

“Must be a lot of burglary in this neighbourhood,” said Alex, nodding towards the cameras and the sturdy metal bars that protected all of the windows. “Either that, or they are expecting trouble.”

“And they’re going to get it as well,” said Jack quietly.

“This way,” said Bykov, stepping out of the front door to greet them. “The boss likes to meet all his recruits personally.”

He led them through the interior of the building. The main villa was opulently if gaudily furnished, backing onto a heated pool around which what looked like the entire line-up of the Miss Columbia contest were working on their tans. There were a dozen rooms upstairs, as well as a conference room, a gym, a cinema and a nightclub. Off to one side, there was another block where the two dozen men tasked with ensuring the security of the compound lived. Bilado was sitting at the back of the pool area, a towel draped around him, with an iPad on his lap. Alex recognized him at once from the picture Greenway had shown him. Stocky, with greased, thinning hair combed back over his wide forehead, he had a bullying, pugnacious manner to him, like an old boxer. He pulled down his shades, and looked up at the three men.

“The new recruits I told you about,” said Bykov.

They had all given their stories to Bykov last night, sticking as close to the truth as possible. Alex they told him was ex-SAS, Jack a former Seal, and Richmond ex-SASR. They were plenty of men from all three units working the Circuit, as the network of private military contractors was known, and there was no reason why three of them shouldn’t have washed up in Columbia looking for work.

“And what brings you to Caucasia, gentlemen?” asked Bilado

“We heard there was work for good men,” said Richmond. “Men who don’t mind getting into a fight in return for a fair day’s pay.

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