SAS Bellator by Anthony Vincent Bruno

Author:Anthony Vincent Bruno [Bruno, Anthony Vincent]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-26T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

To my complete surprise, the British Prime Minister had asked to meet me in person, something he had sworn never to do, considering my previous deeds. So it was that Maurice and I were escorted up the motorway to meet with him in private, surrounded by an extra detail of his Special Branch and SOI protectors. I had been searched and now stood in the blazing headlights of a Range Rover. It was two in the morning and the PM was supposed to be resting for his trip to the polling booth in a mere five hours. Oxfordshire was hardly the place of clandestine meetings but he had demanded to see me face to face. The rest of the unit remained at our London base, a place I have yet to describe to you.

'You mean to tell me that not only is the sheikh possibly alive, he might have this crazed Russian on his payroll?'

'Eh, yes . . . Prime Minister.'

'Well fuck that,' the PM replied. 'Tomorrow, the people go to the polls and this mess might be someone else's to clean up.'

'We did all we were asked to do, sir.' I replied.

'No, I don’t recall asking you to fuck things up, Mister Ingram.'

'You ungrateful prick,' I replied to the PM's outburst, noticing a SOI (Specialist Protection Branch) officer's attention to his Hock's safety. 'You have conveniently forgotten that I saved your life last November, sir.'

'No, I have not forgotten, Ingram,' he flustered. 'It's the reason why you are not sitting in a Belmarsh prison cell right now, awaiting trial for . . .'

As his voice trailed off, Maurice intervened. 'Prime Minister, MI5, Six and all hands are on deck, if the sheikh is planning . . . or planned something before he died-'

'He is not dead! Sheikh Abdullah ibn Saud is not dead,' I remarked. 'We would have had a retaliatory attack before now if he had been killed in India, car crash or otherwise.'

'I no longer view you as an expert on this Arab fruitcake, Mister Ingram,' the PM replied as he rubbed his hands together in the cool night air. 'You are a killer who was supposed to kill this sheikh-'

'He killed the man who for all intents and purposes was the sheikh, sir.' Maurice remarked before starting to rub his arms as though frozen to the bone. It wasn’t that cold so this meant he was thinking outside the box. The PM had become used to his idiosyncratic gestures by now so he held his tongue. The surrounding officers looked at each other in amusement. 'How are British relations with the Kremlin at this precise moment, sir?'

'They have been better, Maurice. Why do you ask?'

'The election is barely hours away and we are still on critical alert with a jihadist threat imminent-'

'It's been downgraded to "severe" since we last spoke,' the Prime Minister responded. 'MI5 and Six have no direct intelligence on any terror cells-'

'You lot are basically asking to be hit,' I butted in. 'The general election is tomorrow and you decide to act as if all is well.

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