Adrian Magson - Deception

Wien Lu Chi said nothing for a moment, eyes blank. Then he stirred and picked up his whisky glass, emptying it in one gulp.

‘Let me ask you a question, Mr Deakin,’ he said softly. ‘Much of what you talk about is already “out there”, as Mr Turpowicz’s countrymen might say. My clients are constantly watching developments in these matters, as I’m sure you are aware. That being so, why would I come on a shopping trip for weapons technology which is already a generation behind some of the best available elsewhere? IT countermeasures, too, are something my clients are developing all the time, with applications for battlefields and. . other areas. In short, they already have access to many of these things.’

Deakin looked momentarily nonplussed, but recovered quickly. ‘I was laying out our stall, Mr Chi, that was all. You tell me what you need and we’ll see how we can accommodate you.’

Wien Lu Chi smiled briefly and put down his glass. He straightened his already immaculate tie and stood up. ‘Admirably blunt and to the point, Mr Deakin. I like that. In which case, let me reciprocate. It has come to my attention that one of the “specialists” currently available — and one which you have not mentioned — is someone with information of a far more. . shall we say, non-combatant nature.’

‘I don’t follow.’ Deakin was surprised. He had come here expecting a shopping list of hardware data, but he’d been sidestepped. ‘What non-combatant nature?’

Wien Lu Chi glanced at Turpowicz, who seemed much less puzzled. ‘I think your colleague understands,’ he said. ‘But to save us all time, I will be more direct. I am talking about a young woman who has recently gone absent without leave — another delightful dressing up of words — from a position of considerable. . shall we say, delicacy. . in the high command structure in Kabul?’ He looked from one to the other as their faces slowly showed their understanding. To help them, he added, ‘A Miss Tan, gentlemen? An aide to the British Deputy Commander ISAF?’ He walked over to the door and knocked twice, and the security guard appeared. He was carrying a small aluminium briefcase. ‘Bring her specialized knowledge to me, gentlemen, and I think we will do business.’ He gave a signal for the guard to hand the briefcase to Deakin. ‘As a sign of good faith, we are making a down-payment of fifty thousand dollars, non-refundable. For the correct quality of this particular item, delivered in prime condition, I am authorized by my clients to go up to one million dollars.’

Deakin stood up, his face flushed, and took the briefcase. Behind him, Turpowicz slipped his shoes back on. ‘I think we can accommodate you,’ Deakin said calmly. ‘Just give us a week or so to come up with-’

But Wien Lu Chi held up a hand to stop him. ‘No. For a down-payment such as this, Mr Deakin, it is my clients who make the conditions. And this one is non-negotiable. You have five days. Five days from today and you must have the item in question ready to ship.’

‘But that’s very short notice.’ Deakin looked stunned, but was reining himself in. ‘Why only five days?’

Wien Lu Chi remained unperturbed. ‘Beyond that time, her value reduces day by day as her superiors amend or block any useful information she may have taken with her.’ He gave a humourless smile. ‘It is like a supermarket, no? She has a sell-by date, beyond which, she is — ’ he flicked a careless hand — ‘disposable. You understand?’

‘We get it,’ said Turpowicz. ‘But what happens to Miss Tan afterwards?’

Wien Lu Chi looked faintly puzzled. ‘Come now, Mr Turpowicz; surely you realize that this is what the one million dollars is for: you do not need to know, and should not ask.’ He stood up and clapped his hands. ‘Thank you for coming, gentlemen. My colleague will show you out.’

Less than three minutes later they were outside the hotel. Turpowicz turned to Deakin and muttered, ‘Christ, Deak, what did you just sign us up to? You promised Charlie Chan back there that we’d bring him Tan within five days? We don’t even know where she is!’

Deakin looked unconcerned as he walked back to their car. ‘Then we’d better find her, hadn’t we? You heard him: they’re interested and they’ll pay big bucks. That’s good enough for me. This would be the biggest sale we’ll ever make.’

‘That’s if we get her to the church on time. But how? She’s out there in the frigging wind! So far there’s been no sign of her, none of the usual flags going up when someone cuts and runs. All your guy in London can give us is her service details and some useless crap about home, but there’s no substance.’ He shook his head and got in the passenger seat. ‘If we don’t deliver on time, that guy back there will cut our balls off. Nobody gives away a case full of money that easily, especially the Chinese.’

Deakin shrugged and switched on his mobile, checking for messages. There were two texts. The first was news from Ganic, and made him curse aloud. They had lost another one. While the Bosnians were busy dealing with Barrow, another target had had a change of heart. He’d slipped away from the hotel outside Brussels where they had installed him and was heading for the UK. They had missed him by minutes but had picked up his trail and were asking for instructions.

‘What’s up?’ said Turpowicz.

Deakin ignored him, and was already composing a reply. There was no point in trying to persuade the target to come back; it was too late for that. But he’d met Deakin and could identify Turpowicz and the Bosnians. To prevent him talking, there could only be one outcome. He sent a terse text back to Zubac. Cancel the contract. The Bosnians would know what to do. He finally looked at Turpowicz. ‘Another one down. McCreath’s done a runner from the hotel. They think he’s heading for London.’

‘I thought we’d him won over to the idea.’

‘Me, too. He must have had a change of heart.’ He gave an almost buoyant smile. ‘Never mind, there’s plenty more where he came from. Get hold of Nicholls and Paulton and get them to focus harder on Tan’s trail. She could make up for all of the losses so far. Someone must have an idea of where she is.’

The American took out his phone ready to make the call, then said, ‘What about the guy who found Barrow? If he’s so hot he might lead us right to her.’

Deakin nodded. ‘Maybe he will. I don’t care what we have to do, but this one’s not getting away from us, you hear?’ Deakin checked the second text message and grinned. ‘Well, speak of the devil. Our man’s name is Tate. . and he’s a bloody warrant officer in the British army. How about that?’ He switched off the phone and dropped it in his pocket, then turned the ignition, suddenly energized by the news. ‘You were right, Turp; all we have to do is find Tate and see where he goes next. And when he leads us to Tan, we’ll have her and we can get him out of our hair. Permanently.’

It was seven the following morning when Harry’s bedside phone rang. He rolled over and took the call, wincing at stiff muscles after the journey back from Germany. It was Ballatyne and he sounded hyped.

‘Some news,’ the MI6 man said. ‘We might have a serious lead on Deakin and his crew. Staff Sergeant Gerry McCreath just walked into a south London police station and asked for protection. He says his life is in danger.’

‘I think I know the feeling.’

‘He had a meeting with Deakin and an American in Belgium. They pitched him a deal to provide a ton of information on the latest trial versions of NATO operational networks and communications in return for cash — a lot of it. He agreed in principle, and was told to stay low and given an open-ended account at a hotel outside the city. They said they’d call him with details of the next stage and make a first payment. Can you believe it? “Agreed in principle”. These people amaze me. They think selling secrets is like signing up to a bloody mortgage.’