Go Out With A Bang! by Gary Weston

Author:Gary Weston
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: terrorists thrillers action thrillers special forces, terrorists plots, terrorists attack

Chapter 40

Prime Minister Sinclair Carlisle felt his phone vibrate and knew it was his wife, texting him for the the third time in less than half an hour.

'Paul. I really have to go. Otherwise you'll be seeing me on the evening news about my wife killing me for missing another anniversary. Is everything okay?'

Paul “Rosy” Rose, Chief of Internal Security, said, 'Yes. As much as possible. We are on top of things.'

'Good. We both know how much this meeting means. We'll be in the spotlight with this conference. Do you need anymore resources?'

'I think we are covered. But with just two weeks to go, I'll be flat out.'

'Right. I'm out of here. I'll see you at nine in the morning and I want your full progress report.'

'Have a good evening, Sir.'

* * *

Chrissie Carlisle said, 'Do we really have to have him with us?'

Ignoring the strange bearded man sitting alone at a table three places away, Sinclair Carlisle said, 'It's just Rosy being paranoid. We talked about this. It goes with the job. Besides, he's not doing any harm over there. He's probably not even carrying a gun.'

'He's carrying a gun?'

Carlisle said, 'No. Probably not. No. How's the duck?'

'Dry. You'd think a three star restaurant would get the duck right.'

'Mrs Carlisle,' said Raymondo. 'Is everything satisfactory?'

'Perfect, Raymondo. Falls off the bone.'

'And Monsieur Prime Minister?'

'Absolutely delicious. Compliments to the chef.'

'Merci Monsieur. I will pass on your comments to Claude.'

As Raymondo minced away Carlisle said, 'I thought you said it was dry?'

'It is. I just don't want the chef spitting in my dessert.'

'He'd spit in our dessert?'

'He'd probably flambé and season it first.'

'I did offer to go to your mother's.'

'She couldn't cook to save her life. This is just fine.'

* * *

'Did you have a good evening, Prime Minister?'

'Apart from your agent staring at us all night, Rosy. Did you have to send him? I specifically asked for no agent last night. You know my wife hates that sort of thing.'

Rose looked puzzled. 'I do. That's why I didn't assign one.'

'Well, he was certainly there. Not very discreet. Is he new?'

'What did he look like?'

'Look like? Hmm. Like a young Ringo Starr. Beard. Shades. Who wears shades at night in a restaurant?'

'Ringo Starr?'

'Paul. It wasn't Ringo Starr.'

'You could have asked for his autograph. If he'd have signed it, you would have known if it was Ringo Starr.'

'Paul. Watch my lips. It was not Ringo Starr.'

'So who was it then?'

'That's what I'm asking you. You really have no idea?'

'I would do had you let me assign you an agent. I've no idea who he is.'

'Now I'm worried,' said Carlisle.

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