PRIMAL Origin by Jack Silkstone

Author:Jack Silkstone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cia, action, military, terrorism, espionage, action adventure, intelligence, sf, spy, black ops, special operations, mossad, call of duty, sof
Publisher: Jack Silkstone

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Chapter 5

By the time Vance had located the head of Special Tasks Branch, it was just after sunrise. One of his contacts had a source in the hotel La Capiard, a favorite breakfast spot of Tariq Ahmed. The opulent establishment was owned by none other than Tariq’s father, Hussein Ahmed, CEO of Lascar Logistics and security adviser to the Emir.

The wheels of the Landcruiser screamed in protest as Vance sped around the roundabout at the front of the hotel and screeched to a halt next to a Rolls Royce. The owner, a rich Sheik, glared at the two grubby Americans as they ran up the entrance stairs. Even without their weapons and body armor, the two big men looked menacing. Hotel security stood shocked as Vance and Ice barged into the lobby. The two Special Tasks agents guarding the door to the hotel restaurant were not as compliant.

The larger of the two recognized Vance and walked towards him, gesturing to stop. Vance dropped him with a punch to the face.

Seeing his partner felled with a single blow, the other man reached for his pistol. Ice moved fast and grabbed the weapon as it left the holster, twisting it out of the officer’s hand. He spun the man into a headlock and pressed the weapon up against his temple.

There was only one person having breakfast in the restaurant; the exclusive venue was only open to the public in the evenings. The half dozen men surrounding the lone diner reacted quickly, drawing a range of weapons. Ice and Vance found themselves looking down the barrels of no less than two submachine guns and four pistols.

Tariq glared at them from his table. He took a napkin from his lap and wiped the corner of his mouth. “Let them in.”

His men lowered their weapons and Ice released his captive. A waiter appeared and guided them to the table.

Tariq waited for them to sit. “I thought I might be seeing you gentlemen again.”

Vance threw a bloodied ID card onto the table. “We got caught up. Ran into someone you might know.”

Tariq glanced at the card and waved his men out of the room. “As you can see, Vance, this problem of mine is complicated.”

“No shit!”

“You put me in a very precarious position. You have no idea how powerful these men are.” He gestured to the ID. “They have people everywhere.”

“I got a pretty good idea who the fuck they are, Tariq.” He glanced at the ID card. “Our mutual buddy here’s one of the Emir’s personal bodyguard.” Vance’s face was expressionless as he stared across the table.

A waiter deposited a tray of pastries and scurried away. Ice picked up a chocolate croissant and started eating it. “Vance, you really should try one of these, they’re great.”

Vance picked up one of the pastries. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell us, Tariq.”

Tariq sat upright in his chair, eyeing the two CIA agents as he considered his next words. “If we take on these men and we fail, they will kill us all.

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