Wilco- Lone Wolf 16 by Geoff Wolak

Author:Geoff Wolak [Wolak, Geoff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-30T04:00:00+00:00

The next day David Finch called, a hastily arranged meeting for me to attend, a Chinook called for. The Ambassador was again on the Chinook when it arrived, dressed smart and now with an aid, two armed MPs with him. I dragged along Henri and Dicky since most others were out on patrol.

In Monrovia, we set down at midday, walked inside by our hosts, a large party from Oman stood waiting inside. The Prince greeted me like a long lost son returning, that move being curiously observed by our host, Mike Papa, our host dressed – as usual - like some great military leader. He often reminded me of the photos of General Patton, a black General Patton.

‘We need a private chat,’ I finally told the prince, and he nodded. I led him to the President’s grand office as we chatted, just the three of us. Sat, rifle down, I began, ‘I need a favour, Your Majesty.’ I fetched out the diamonds, the President gasping.

Prince Kalid puzzled that gasp.

I told him, ‘Those are natural diamonds.’

He held one up with a frown, up to the light. ‘My god.’

‘Each is worth around fifty million dollars,’ I told him. ‘More for the off-cuts. I want you to cut them, have them appraised and sold, and then … pay over the odds for some British aircraft and weapons. You decide on the split, I trust you.’

‘You trust me with a great deal,’ he noted, studying the diamonds.

‘I also ask that you spend some of the money here. A mosque, schools.’

‘I will indeed look like the generous benefactor.’

‘Our gracious host here is in the same battle as us, against the bank. The bank organised the coup in this country, and tried to part him from his head. You are blood brothers in the same battle.’ I faced the President. ‘They killed his son.’

He nodded, offering his condolences.

‘And they paid a price,’ the prince pointed out. ‘That man Maddocks gave up much. I will send you what we know, but Lord Michaels is dead.’

‘Lord Michaels?’ the President queried.

I told him, ‘A British man in bed with a Dutch/Belgian bank. He had security companies, ex-SAS men, and they were involved down here, attacks on our British soldiers, and spying on me and my men in England. He knew Rene Bastion.’

‘We gave him some cocaine, and he likes his cocaine,’ the President put in. ‘He is already talking when high.’ Opening a drawer, he pulled out several large wads and handed them over, all euros, all 500 euro notes. ‘For your expenses.’

‘My boss in London needs a signed receipt,’ I told him, making him laugh. In a mocking voice I said, ‘Sign for that money to go hire an assassin and break the law.’

Prince Kalid laughed. ‘British bureaucracy!’ He placed the diamonds in a small bag provided by our host and pocketed them. ‘What is the talk of oil here, Russian rigs offshore?’

I told him, ‘A good friend of mine, a Russian, has rigs here at the gracious invitation of our host.

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