style="font-size:15px;"> “Has Barney said sorry to Cindy yet?” asked the doctor.
“No,” came the barely audible reply.
“Sorry Roxy. I couldn’t hear you,” asked the doctor again.
Without warning the woman sprung out of the chair and threw the doll across the room into the burning fireplace. Yelling as she stood, “What the hell are we doing here? We have work to do,” she said as she started pacing around the room.
Wade heard the voice had become clear, concise, authoritarian and very manly.
“Please Troy, sit down and let’s discuss this?” asked the doctor, appearing nervous.
Walking back to her chair the woman sat down but this time with much more control and confidence.
“Doc, I respect you trying to help but I need to get control of things. I can’t have any more mistakes. Losing the plant in Djibouti was bad enough but then also Doksal and Daniel. I need to get rid of this blasted soldier and his girlfriend and focus on Bart,” replied the woman.
“Troy, I know you are struggling with Roxy and Samantha getting in the way of your plans but you need to settle down. We can work our way through this,” stated the doctor.
“I pay you a lot of money so why can’t you get rid of these two,” responded the woman once again becoming agitated and annoyed.
Pausing and staring at the doctor, with incredible intensity, she continued. “It took me a long time, and plenty of hard work, to get the family fortune and then get rid of my father. So you start delivering some of those psychiatry skills or your little family secret will be made public and we both know what that means.”
Wade’s study of psychology helped him realise what was going on. Samantha Cooper had multiple personalities. The two women, Roxy a child state and Samantha a middle aged recluse, were being dominated by Troy, the strong minded, intelligent, business oriented, arrogant, cruel, power hungry male. He also now realised that Cooper was part of the Grey Wolves splinter group after she had mentioned Djibouti, Doksal and Daniel.
Part of Wade’s previous mission had involved destroying a plant in the capital of Djibouti, killing Doksal the leader of the group and then hunting down and killing Vice President Daniel Cooper who was the hidden financier and ultimately the one to gain the most.
He determined Cooper’s current location, removed a USB flash drive that was labelled ‘CCTV files’, destroyed all the CCTV system and any associated security alarms.
Mount Walker
Wade moved silently through the building, like a spider crossing its web, avoiding staff members and security personnel, until he came upon a door with the nametag ‘Roxy’. About to open the door, he noticed the handle appeared to have never been touched and a finger print scanner adjacent. Searching he found there was a small alarm activation contact at the base of the door. Removing a matchbox size piece of foil from his carry pack he slid it across the alarm; thus ensuring the circuit was not broken when he opened the door.
The buildings security and surveillance system was state of the art. Wade knew there would be a backup or failsafe option protecting the room. Searching the hallway, he found the six inch by two foot sheet of material that was blended to match the floor covering. Picking up the sheet the reverse was lined with a reflective foil and millions of what appeared as random lines and figures. In fact a code to release the locking mechanism. Sliding it half under the door he heard the deactivation and the magnetic catch release. Slowly pushing it open he was confronted with an enormous room lined from floor to ceiling in dolls. It was laid out as a shrine. Walking through the room he realised the dolls were in specific locations and obviously Roxy’s pride and joy. All indications of somebody suffering OCD. Removing a small block of C4 he rigged the explosives to detonate in ten minutes. Leaving the room, he ensured the alarms were reactivated.
He had progressed a further twenty metres down the hallway when the building was suddenly filled with the screaming sound of a fire alarm and was thrust into darkness. Voices and shouts could be heard. Boots scuffing and scraping on the linoleum floor as people scurried for the exits. Following the sounds Wade emerged at a rear entrance and saw the staff running toward a dimly lit carpark.
Checking his location, he saw a larger building, further up the mountain, off to the north. Avoiding the crowd of people pouring out the opposite entrance he ran across the manicured lawns. The building was a hangar and a plane was being readied for take-off. The first of the two propellers had started its spinning motion. Wade saw a group of four men and a young girl standing at the entrance watching the pilot and waiting for the plane to leave the enclosure. Using the cover of darkness, he quickly climbed the planes rear stairs and hid behind a tarped box that had been secured to the rails.
As the plane left the hangar he heard the guards, three large bulky Russians and a smaller, wiry Asian climb the steps and help the young Eastern European girl aboard. Her eyes were glazed over and she had all the attributes of being drugged.
They took their seats and the plane taxied down the short runway. The flight lasted forty five minutes. Wade’s GPS showed they had headed in a north westerly direction and landed near Ucluelet, Barkley Sound, British Columbia.
The group, including the pilot, exited the plane and made the short walk to a bunker like facility, three hundred metres east of the runaway and on the shores of a lake. Waiting until the bunker door had closed and the area was plunged back into darkness, Wade crept out of the plane and circled the building. His NVG showed no sign of guards or early warning detection devices. When convinced the surrounds were secure he climbed on the roof of the bunker. Accessing through the exhaust duct he climbed down inside the bunker to be confronted with what appeared to be some form of sacrificial ceremony.
A cavernous arena was lit with thousands of candles and wall fires. The air was thick with overpowering, hallucinogenic incense. Seventy males and females were all dressed in white flowing robes. The combination of heat and their sweat had the thin material clinging and clearly showing off their naked bodies. On the front of each robe was a blood formed image of the inverted Opus Dei symbol. All members of the group had their hair pulled back tightly and dyed black and glossy. The heat was intense and the group was chanting, sweating, and thrusting their hands in the air as they built to a crescendo.
He saw the three bulky Russians remove the clothes of the girl and the Asian delicately cut the inverted symbol onto her chest. They lay her, supine, on an altar and stepped away as the leader approached with a red hot glowing branding iron. Wade noticed how all the attendees continued to look between the altar and a large screen. The hundred square foot screen displayed Samantha Cooper smiling as she watched proceedings.
“The time has come for us to enjoy the fruits of our labour,” came the distorted voice, of Troy, from speakers strategically spread throughout the cave.
With that the leader dropped his robe and standing naked in front of the girl, raised the branding iron above his head and was ready to plunge.
From fifteen feet above Wade aimed his silenced H&K pistol and with one clean shot, hit the leader between the eyes. He instinctively swung to his left and a further two shots took out two of the bulky Russian guards. Leaping from his higher vantage point he landed directly in front of the third Russian. The Russian swung his arm in an attempted Haymaker. Wade ducked under the blow and as the huge fist passed he struck from underneath with a reverse Tiger claw that shattered the Russian’s throat killing him instantly.
Returning his vision
