Retribution (SSU Trilogy Book 3) (The Surgical Strike Unit) by Kier Vanessa

Author:Kier, Vanessa [Kier, Vanessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Romantic Thriller
Publisher: Vanessa Kier
Published: 2013-05-24T22:00:00+00:00

CIA Headquarters

Langley, VA

Mark Tonelli knocked on the unmarked door. He’d been working as part of the CIA’s In-House Projects department for several months now, and been a member of IHP Director Wayne Jamieson’s private black ops group Kerberos for a couple of weeks, but this was the first time he’d been summoned to Jamieson’s office. It was tucked away in an area with little traffic, giving Jamieson the privacy he craved.

Mark didn’t even have his own office yet. Not that it had really mattered until recently. He’d been in Russia until just a few days ago, tidying up loose ends regarding the dismantling of a Russian lab run by Dr. Ivanov, and siphoning off as many of the research notes as he could for Kerberos.

As the door buzzed open, Mark walked inside.

The room was as opulent as he expected from a man with Jamieson’s arrogance. Rich cherry bookcases and desk, a thick Persian carpet covering the floor, and dark leather chairs with brass studs. What did surprise Mark was the reproduction of the Mona Lisa hanging on the wall to Jamieson’s left.

For a second Mark felt trapped by her eyes, as if she knew the secrets he carried and found them pathetically amusing. He shook off the odd sensation and turned to greet his boss.

Jamieson stood behind the desk. He held the phone to his ear while with his free hand he tapped the tip of a pen impatiently on the blotter. With a little jolt, Mark realized this was the first time he’d seen the man in person. All their previous interaction had been over the phone.

For a man in his early seventies, Jamieson still appeared to be in vigorous good health. He stood about five foot ten, with a slender frame that would have appeared fragile on a man exuding less energy. But Jamieson crackled with power. And anger. Even from several feet away Mark could feel the fury pouring off his boss. His ice blue eyes were narrowed and his thin lips flattened angrily with each syllable.

“No more excuses,” Jamieson barked into the phone. Then he slammed the receiver down. The brooding look he shot Mark had the hairs on the back of his neck rising.

“The microchip you brought out of Ivanov’s lab wasn’t Nevsky’s,” Jamieson informed him. “And the Russian scientists aren’t cooperating with Dr. Kaufmann.”

Mark ignored the chill at the base of his spine. “I did say that I wasn’t certain Ivanov had been honest with me about the microchip,” he said with what he hoped was the right shade of disdain. “Even a dying man isn’t guaranteed to tell the truth.”

Of course, he’d known all along the chip was a fake. The SSU’s Kai Paterson had swallowed the real microchip during the fight in Ivanov’s lab. Before the SSU shut the place down and turned it over to the Russian authorities, Mark had grabbed a similar microchip he’d seen in a data reader, hoping it contained enough scientific data to fool Kaufmann. A risk worth taking in order to slide back into Jamieson’s good graces.

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