Gray Resurrection by Alan McDermott Read Free Book Online Page A

time.  In order to do so he had spread the
word about the services he offered, but unfortunately for him he had spread it
too far and showed up on the MI6 radar in Islamabad while meeting with
suspected terrorists.  A full background check was done and the data sent
to London where it was disseminated to all the other security services, and
within hours a copy had been sent to James Farrar who saw Farli as the perfect
opportunity to send Grant out into the open.
    The plan had been simple: Grant, who
would now be accompanied by Len Smart and Sonny Baines, would be tasked with
tailing Farli with a view to causing an 'accident'.  However, they
themselves would be tailed, and the terrorist cell Farli was going to meet
would be informed of their mission.  Several of Farrar's men would be on
the ground to record the moment the cell took them out and that video would then
be shown to the other surviving co-conspirators as proof that Tom Gray was once
and for all dead.
    Of the eight men who had helped Tom Gray
carry out his terrorist act — there was no other word for it in Farrar's
opinion — Colin Avery and Michael Fletcher had died in Abdul Mansour's attack
and two had passed away in the subsequent eleven months.  Farrar had been
telling the truth when he'd told Grant that Tristram Barker-Fink had died in
Iraq, but what he hadn't shared was the fact that it was Farrar's team who had
leaked the route Tris and his principal would be taking.  After the IED
had been planted at the roadside by the insurgents it came down to just waiting
for their convoy to pass. 
    Paul Bennett had been involved in a
tragic motorcycle accident while he was doing over eighty miles-per-hour on the
motorway.  No other vehicles were involved in the incident, but only a
select few knew that the people in the car following him at the time worked for
Farrar.  A portable heat gun had been focused on the back wheel of the
bike for just a few hundred yards, its beam intense enough to compromise the
integrity of the tyre wall and cause the fatal blowout.
    That left just Carl Levine, Jeff
Campbell, Baines and Smart to eliminate.  Oh, and of course Sam Grant, he
reminded himself.
    Farrar would have happily let Grant rot
in the jungle for a couple of years, but there was growing pressure to tie up
all the loose ends as soon as possible.  Besides, there was an agreement
in place to show a video of Grant to his friends, with new footage to be
provided every fortnight, as proof that he was still alive and that the
government were sticking to their side of the bargain.  He could of course
just inform the Abu Sayyaf leadership that the man they thought was Sam Grant
was in fact a British agent, but selling his death at the hands of terrorists
to his friends would be difficult and raise too many questions.  What was
he doing there?  What was done to try and get him out?  Well, they
could hardly send in the SAS to rescue a man who should be dead, but…
    Stumbling upon the possibility of
killing three birds with one stone he did a quick mental calculation that told
him it was close to midnight in England.  A bit late to be calling, he
thought, but if he’d had his sleep disturbed, why not pay it forward?  He
picked up his phone and dialled the first number.  It answered on the
second ring.  “Hello?”
    “Len, it’s James.  I need to tell
you about a change in the contract.”
    “You’re not cancelling it, are you?”
    “No, it has become a recovery mission,
that’s all I can tell you at the moment,” Farrar said, not needing to point out
that it was an unsecure line.  “Tickets will be waiting at the KLM desk at
Heathrow and you’ll be met at the airport when you get here.”
    “What’s the terms?” Len Smart asked.
    “Same daily rate as we discussed, plus
five thousand on completion.”
    “And the terrain: how should I pack?”
    “It’ll be mostly jungle,” Farrar said.
    “I’ll need some equipment when I get
there.”
    “I’ll