ADAM HALL - Quiller Salamander

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For the first time, Quiller, the seasoned shadow executive of the anonymous Bureau in London, takes on a mission kept secret even from the head of the Bureau himself. Its code name is Salamander, its theater of operations Cambodia, its target Pol Pot, the architect of the infamous Killing Fields. Even as he arrives in the steaming heat of Phnom Penh, Quiller knows that he can trust neither Flockhart, his control in London, nor Pringle, his director in the field. His only ally is Gabrielle Bouchard, a young Eurasian photojournalist, who is waging her private vendetta against the murderous guerrillas of the Khmer Rouge. Endangered at every turn by Flockhart's reticence and the treacherous jungle, Quiller undertakes a suicide mission in the hope of saving Phnom Penh from an eleventh-hour attack by the Khmer Rouge intended to reinstate its bloody rule in Cambodia.

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The room was quiet again. Perhaps I shouldn't have asked him about it, but I needed to know. 'Whose is it?'

It took him time but I waited, not pushing, and at last he gave me the answer.

'It is a photograph,' he said, 'of my daughter Gabrielle.'

There was the faint sound of music coming from the top of the steps, a thin Chinese voice, a woman's, singing to a stringed instrument. I listened to it, letting the mind explore what had just been said.

Then I said, 'She told me her father was the French consul here.'

'Yes.' Flockhart spoke in a monotone, his back to the wall again, perhaps symbolically. 'He was a good friend of mine. Two days after his wife was reported missing he was hit by a stray shot, and died in my arms. I was in his house at the time, and so was his five-year-old child, Gabrielle.'

'You adopted her?'

'Of course. I took a young Cambodian woman out of the country to care for her, and later saw that she was educated in Paris, as her father would have wished.'

'I'm glad.'

He turned his head. 'You've been seeing her, she tells me. She's rather fond of you.'

'We've been thrown together, you could say.'

'I didn't expect you to feel anything for the people of this country, so my hope was to arouse your compassion through Gabrielle. Your record in the archives does in point of fact reveal a little of the man. You are stated not to be uncompassionate, and to have a high regard for women.' I didn't say anything. 'Don't blame her' — he took a step towards me — 'for what she told you when you arrived in Phnom Penh. I briefed her to say what she did.'

'Of course I don't blame her. She wants to save this country too. She'd also make a first class intelligence officer.'

'I think so, yes, though it's hardly a pursuit I'd wish for her.'

'At the moment she's playing with fire, did you know?'

He closed his eyes for a moment. 'Yes. And of course I've tried to dissuade her, but she knows her own mind. Let us hope — ' he shrugged.

'Amen.' I took a turn, needing to think, needing more answers.

'What was Fane doing in Paris?'

He was the man getting blown up on the steps of the hotel when Gabrielle had been shooting footage.

'I was lining things up at that time,' Flockhart said, 'as I mentioned. Fane was to have directed you in the field here, but there was a leak in security.' A beat. ' I imagine you enjoyed the film.' Knew about Murmansk.

'Not really.' All men are brothers. I took another turn. 'You didn't give me the final objective for Salamander in London for the simple reason that you knew I wouldn't touch it. Isn't that right?'

'Perfectly.'

Moving his shoulders against the wall again, restive as a caged bear, nothing but his veiled rage to thrive on, his rage against General Kheng and the shadow executive who refused to put him in the cross-hairs. 'So what makes you think I'll touch it now?'

'I rather think we've discussed that. It concerned compassion.'

'All right, I feel compassion for these people — anyone would. But that doesn't override my principles — and they're not only mine. Who else in the Bureau would have taken this on? Wellman? Locke? Thorne? They'd have turned it down flat and you know that. We're not hired guns, any of us, we don't kill in cold blood. And who, anyway, would take the risk?'

Flockhart turned his head. 'Of firing a single shot?'

'Of firing the shot and getting it wrong, of being shot himself before he could get clear. I told Pringle that for a single executive in the field to take on the Khmer Rouge is a suicide run, one man against an army of twelve thousand. How could anyone go in there — '

'No,' Flockhart said and came away from the wall and stood in front of me, hands in motion, chopping the air — 'No, it's not like that. You don't have to engage twelve thousand men. You have to destroy only one, and from a distance, and with a gun.'

'Where?'

'Wherever you can reach him.'

'He'd have to be isolated.'

'Isolated, then.' Staring at me, fire in his eyes.

"Then find someone to do it for you. Ask Bracken. Ask Symes. Ask one of the agents-in-place in Phnom Penh, or one of the sleepers.'

'Oh come, they're not marksmen. You brought home the Queen's Prize two years ago at Bisley.'

'That was another reason, was it, why you picked me out for this one?'

'But of course.'

'You knew it'd come down to one final shot if all else failed?'

'I believed so. Destroy the leader of a rebel army and the ranks will be left in total disarray. History is clear on this point.' Head on one side: 'I thought perhaps it might tempt you, in the last hours of your mission, to be offered a task that even the United Nations is powerless to take on, for whatever reason.'

He waited, sweat beading his face, his eyes locked on mine.

'An appeal to my vanity,' I said. 'That's in my records too?'

'You're known for undertaking operations that others might well refuse because of the difficulties. Rather, I would call it pride.'

'Bullshit.'

But he was right: he'd given this thing a lot of thought. I'd been the perfect candidate — a single man with no one and nothing to lose and a feeling for women and a streak of vanity that'd come close to getting me killed a dozen times, be this admitted. But Flockhart was finally trying to goad me into an operation I couldn't take on because of the one personal factor he hadn't believed would make any difference.

He turned away and I saw Pringle look up, look down again. Then he swung back to me: 'Having refused to complete the mission, would you at least set up the end phase, in case we can find someone else to bring it home?'

'Not if you put it like that.'

Anger flashed again in the cold blue eyes. He was a major control, very high in the echelon, and I, a lowly ferret in the field, wasn't expected to speak my mind in so forthright a fashion. Our good Pringle, yonder, was clearing his throat again.

'How, then,' Flockhart asked, his voice hushed with control, 'should I put it?'

'I'm not refusing the mission. I'm refusing to kill in cold blood.'

'Even for the most urgent and compelling reasons.'

'They're yours, not mine. You'd have to give me a reason I could call my own.' I looked across at Pringle. 'Have you got that map you made?'

While he was getting it from his briefcase I told Flockhart, 'You wouldn't have a chance of hitting Kheng at the airfield here in Pouthisat when he takes off at first light' — I looked at my watch — 'in four hours from now, four hours and nineteen minutes. There's no cover, only the freight sheds, and nowhere to run clear except into the six-foot chain-link perimeter fence, make a perfect target. Your only hope is to get Kheng when his chopper lands on the pad you saw in the film — if that's actually what it is — and shows himself in the doorway. I imagine there'll be a big welcome from the troops because this is D-day, so he'll do his photo-op pose in the doorway, giving your man five seconds or more to line up his sights. Be an oblique shot, partly across the lake — Kheng won't be seen face on, but he'll present a full enough target profile for a body shot.'

Flockhart had moved to the bamboo table, stood looking down at Pringle's map. 'Where would he be?'

'The sniper? I'd put him here, at the edge of deep jungle, perfect cover. You said you were going to send Bracken out there on surveillance. Did you?'

'He signalled an hour ago,' Pringle said, 'from the village.'

'By radio?'

'Yes.'

'What kind of reception?'

'Adequate, some squelch but no actual breaks.'

I looked down at the map again. 'All right, this is the way it could go. Assuming you could find a chopper from somewhere, you'd have — '

'I'm sorry,' Flockhart cut in, and looked at Pringle. 'My compliments to the officer commanding, Phnom Penh, and would he despatch a helicopter to Pouthisat immediately, highest priority. If there's any problem, contact General Yang, the king's military aide. Apologize for waking him and ask him to expedite matters if necessary — again, this is red alert. Then signal Symes to meet the aircraft and have him ask the pilot to stand by for further orders, with the likelihood of immediate take-off at any time, carrying a passenger.' He turned back to me.

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