Matthew Dunn - Sentinel
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Will said, “They got to one of our recently retired Russian agents, made him tell them where they could find our man.”
Alistair nodded. “We still don’t know who betrayed him. But the location of one of our officer’s many safe houses in Moscow was supplied and was put under observation by the SVR for weeks, until he finally showed up there and was captured after a gunfight. The FSB dragged him to the Lubyanka prison. They kept him in a tiny, dirty cell and tortured him for six years, but he told them nothing, not even his name. No doubt he’d have died there had Russia and the U.K. not decided that there would be an amnesty of sorts and certain key political prisoners would be exchanged. Our officer was one of those prisoners.”
“When he got off the airplane at our military airport in RAF Brize Norton, we expected him to be a broken man.” Alistair smiled. “Instead, he stepped onto the tarmac, looked at the chief of MI6, told him that he wanted a hot meal, a glass of single-malt whiskey, a newspaper to catch up on world events, and a new suit, cash, and identity so that he could get on the next available flight back to Eastern Europe to continue his work. We had to force him to stay in the U.K. for a few days to undergo treatment for the torture inflicted on his body, but after that was done we gave him what he wanted. We sent him back to the Former Soviet Union.” He tapped a finger on the table. “That was fifteen years ago. He’s been in deep cover, acting as a businessman, in Central and Eastern Europe ever since, running numerous agents, and disrupting the SVR, GRU, and FSB. He’s the West’s most valuable intelligence resource for all intelligence matters Russia-related.”
“He was Svelte’s case officer?”
“Yes, Svelte was one of his agents, though the two rarely met. For security reasons, Svelte’s DLB was always cleared by one of the case officer’s Russian assets, who’d send the message direct to London. We’d decode it, recode it, and send it in a burst transmission to the officer. But after receiving Svelte’s last message, we knew the officer was not contactable for two weeks while meeting one of his other agents. We couldn’t afford to sit on it so sent you into the base.” Alistair paused. “I’ve told you about this highly classified officer for two reasons. First, in the history of MI6 only two men have ever been kept so secret from others in our service. One of them is the man I’ve described; the other is you.”
“He did the Program?”
Alistair gave a brief nod.
The Program to which Will referred was the Spartan Program, a twelve-month course of unrelenting extreme physical and mental tests. Only one MI6 applicant at a time was allowed to be enrolled in the course. Will had always thought that he was the first and last man to successfully go through the Spartan Program and carry its code name.
Will nodded slowly as understanding dawned on him. “He is Sentinel.”
“Yes.” Alistair took a sip of his tea. “Which leads me onto the second reason I’m telling you all this. Sentinel gets his intelligence from ten extremely valuable agents, individuals who have access to top secret Russian military and intelligence material, individuals who are being murdered one by one.” Alistair frowned. “We had no idea who was doing this.” His expression changed. “But you’ve given us the name.”
“Khmelnytsky.” Will pictured Svelte’s dying body and felt a further wave of regret and failure rush over him. “Does Sentinel know him?”
“He does, though he doesn’t yet know he’s the murderer. Svelte was the fourth agent to have been assassinated so far.” Alistair reached for his cup. “Taras Khmelnytsky is a colonel and the head of Spetsnaz Alpha.”
Will knew that Spetsnaz Alpha was Russia’s most effective special forces unit, specializing in antiterrorist operations, intelligence gathering, close protection, deployments behind enemy lines, and sabotage, surveillance, and direct action. It was part of the FSB, and its elite members were shrouded in secrecy.
“Sentinel identified and recruited him three years ago to become an MI6 agent. He gave him the code name Razin and got him to spy on Russia.”
“How in God’s name did Sentinel do that?”
Patrick glanced at the papers in front of him. “He made Razin an irresistible offer.” The CIA officer slowly shook his head, lowering his voice. “Or at least, that’s what Sentinel thought.”
Will silently swore as a realization struck him: Razin had parachuted into Rybachiy with twenty-four of his Alpha soldiers, having told the base that they were hunting an intruder, and murdered Svelte. “Why is Razin killing the agents?”
“We don’t know. Perhaps he’s doing it under FSB orders.”
“One man sent to kill ten agents? It would be easier for the police just to arrest them and make them quietly disappear.” Will shook his head. “He’s acting alone.”
Nobody spoke for a moment.
“I need access to the files on Sentinel’s agents.”
“Of course.” Patrick collected the papers and arranged them into a pile. He was silent for a while, before saying, “Tomorrow, you’ve got to go to Ukraine to meet Sentinel and tell him that Razin is not only the killer but also wants to create a flash point to bring Russia and America to war.”
Will felt disbelief roll over him. “Whatever Razin does, Russia would be mad to go to war with the United States. It’s completely outgunned.”
“It is.” Patrick’s expression was somber. “Though it has one thing that we don’t: a willingness to sacrifice millions of its countrymen.”
Will was deep in thought. “He’s going to use Alpha to create that flash point.” He returned his attention to the coheads. “Though they’ll be loyal to him, I doubt Razin’s men know what he’s planning. He’ll use them in a way they won’t suspect-maybe a covert training exercise. Razin’s the key. If we can get rid of him, we’ll stop his operation.” He looked up. “Have you considered taking our information to the Russian premier?”
“We have, and my president has. But in order to do that we’d have to give him what little evidence we have. As a result, we’d risk compromising Sentinel, his agents, and maybe even our entire intelligence network in Russia. The consequences for us could be as devastating as Razin’s actions.”
Will knew that was true. He spoke fast. “I’ve got one chance to end this quickly: get Sentinel to set up a meeting with Razin, and I’ll be there to kill him.”
“Provided Razin attends the meeting.”
“That’s the problem.” Will’s mind raced. “Razin may attend if he believes that his treachery is still a secret. But I think I disturbed him at Svelte’s quarters-he hadn’t finished off Svelte. I think he heard me enter the building, might have thought I was a sailor, and got out quick before he was compromised. Later, Razin’s men opened fire on me. Razin now knows that there was a genuine intruder and will be worried that I got to Svelte and spoke to him.”
“Well, let’s hope he makes the meeting.”
Will shook his head. “There has to be a backup plan.” He looked at Alistair. “As you know, I’ll need some of my alias passports, but I’ll also need an unused passport with a multiple-entry visa for Russia.”
Alistair nodded. “We’ll have the passport ready for you when you get back from Ukraine.”
“When I get back?” Will shook his head. “I’ll come back when I’m ready. Arrange for the passport to be available in Europe.”
“What’s your backup plan?”
Will relaxed his hand. “I have in mind a plan to discredit Razin, get him suspended, maybe even dismissed-regardless, to take him out of the equation.” His words were measured, though privately he wondered if the plan would work. “Then, when he’s isolated and powerless, I’ll track him down and put a bullet in his head.”
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