The Warlord of Tora Bora by Eric Meyer

Author:Eric Meyer [Meyer, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Swordworks
Published: 2017-05-18T23:00:00+00:00

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Ivan waited for the right moment to call Langley. Too early in the working day, and his bosses would be grouchy if he woke them after a hard night on the Beltway party circuit. Too late, and they’d be on their way home, and less than impressed with any interruption. Besides, he had plenty of other diversions to occupy himself with. He’d returned to Ma Kelly’s, and availed himself of the delights of the pretty whore he’d grown fond of while he wiled away the time. He finally figured the time was right, about mid-morning on the East Coast, and he put the call through. After a delay of almost a half hour, he reached his boss, the Deputy Director for Operations.

“Go ahead.”

“This is Ivan.”

“What’s up?” He sounded impatient. No doubt he’d had a hard night on the Washington cocktail circuit. Spies were always in demand to satisfy the public’s fascination with the secret world.

“Sir, they missed him. They had to run, and one of ‘em got hit pretty bad.”

“Run? Run where?”

“I don’t know.”

“They didn’t hit the Chief of Staff’s daughter? Dear God, tell me she’s okay.”

“She’s fine, the casualty was Greg Blum. He’s a nobody, a half-Afghan, half-Russian pal of Stoner.”

“Just make sure Sara Carver gets back in one piece.”

“Yessir.”

He sighed, and Ivan waited for the eruption of anger. He didn’t have to wait long.

“Why did you send these people in there if they weren’t up to it? Dammit, Ivan, we allocated a lot of money to this operation. You should have gone in yourself and done it right the first time. We needed the best.”

He’d known it was coming. “I assumed they were the best, Sir.”

“Yeah, well you were wrong. Make sure we get that money back, you hear, Ivan?”

He cursed. Stoner’s failure had cost him a few million bucks, and missing the target meant it would be difficult to justify spending the money.

Shit!

“I’ll do that, Sir. I can always try again. It can’t be impossible to kill off this bastard.”

“We’ll handle this. You can forget it.”

“An airstrike?”

“We’re considering all the options. Don’t forget to return the money.”

“Yessir.”

“Ivan, I’m not happy with the way you handled this. Not happy at all. Don’t fuck around, not anymore, unless you’re considering a transfer. We have a slot on our Antarctic satellite monitoring station.”

“There’ll be no more mistakes, Sir.”

“There’d better not be.”

The call ended, and Ivan felt like smashing the phone against the wall. A lousy break, he’d deposited the money in his offshore account, and now it would have to be returned to Langley.

Shit!

The female voice interrupted his thoughts. “Ivan, come back to bed.”

He glanced across the room, and the girl he’d spent the night with was beckoning to him, her eyes filled with desire.

They told me she was the best; so I guess I’d better get my money’s worth.

He climbed onto the bed next to her. He was still naked, and her hands reached out to him. He’d seen his dreams of big money go down the drain, but maybe it wasn’t all bad.

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