Agent 21: Reloaded: Book 2 by Ryan Chris

Author:Ryan, Chris [Ryan, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781409026600
Publisher: RHCP
Published: 2012-02-29T16:00:00+00:00

Zak shook his head. It made no sense. Nobody knew who he was. Nobody knew where he was. So why was the girl in the next cabin – the girl who had got him into this mess in the first place – tapping a message to him.

And why did the message read: Do not escape. Repeat, do not escape …

14

IN THE DARK

Friday, 00.00 hrs West Africa time

THE KNOCKING STOPPED.

Zak didn’t move. He was totally confused. What was going on?

Was it a trap? Was Bea – or someone else – trying to trick him into admitting his true identity? That’s the thing about terrorists, Michael had said. The good ones, at least. They’re very clever. Which means we have to be a little bit cleverer …

Could Bea be one of Black Wolf’s agents? Zak didn’t think so. Acosta had been prepared to kill her – he had seen that in his eyes. But then, he had also been prepared to kill Barker. Whatever the truth, there was no way Zak was going to return that message. If this was entrapment, displaying his facility at Morse code was a sure-fire way to make everybody even more suspicious of him. He needed to stick to his story about Ntole. If he could plant enough doubt in Acosta’s mind, maybe they stood a chance …

It took him a few minutes more to find the light switch. It was lower on the wall than he expected and encased in a waterproof rubber housing. He switched it on and immediately touched his fingers to the wounds Acosta had inflicted across his face. The cuts were still bleeding – Zak needed to put pressure on them to encourage the blood to clot, so he quickly pulled off his T-shirt and pressed it against his face. It was still damp from his swim, and the salt water stung the cuts. He kept it pressed against his cheek for a full two minutes, however, before removing it and gently touching the wounds again. They were dry. His T-shirt, however, was streaked with blood.

Only now did Zak properly look around the room. It was very small. Along the left-hand side was a bunk bed with very narrow mattresses. Its posts were fixed to the floor. He threw his bloodied T-shirt on the bottom mattress. There were threadbare carpet tiles on the floor and a writing desk on the right-hand side. Nothing else. This was not luxury accommodation.

He looked in the desk for anything that might be of use. There were some old biros and a sheaf of blank paper. Apart from that, nothing. On the wall was a laminated safety poster – exactly the same as the one he’d seen earlier. It was set in a steel frame, but was easy to remove. The material was thick and only slightly flexible. That gave him an idea.

He sat on the edge of the bed to get his thoughts together. They must have left the Angolan coast fifteen minutes ago. Even if his dive gear was still attached to the hull he’d be lucky to get at it.

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