Scorpion Deception by Andrew Kaplan Read Free Book Online Page B

night was cool, drizzly, the outside deck wet and deserted except for a lone man wearing glasses and a newsie cap at the bow rail. Because of the weather, the other passengers stayed inside the cabin on the deck below. Scorpion turned up his collar against the rain, the lights along the shore shimmery reflections on the dark surface of the river.
    Almost done, he thought. He had checked into The George, a boutique hotel in the St. Georg district that was like a private English men’s club improbably dropped in the middle of Germany. On the TV, all the news was about the crisis in Switzerland. There were reports of a worldwide manhunt for information on the Bern attackers. The Americans had called an emergency NATO meeting. The media was speculating wildly. Al Jazeera had reported from an “unnamed” source in the Gulf region that an al Qaeda leader, Tamer al-Warafi, had provided a tape claiming responsibility for the attack. But al Jazeera had not yet released the tape.
    In New Delhi, a government source implied that it had been an operation by Pakistan’s covert ISI’s SS division as a reprisal for U.S. drone attacks in northern Pakistan. Israel’s foreign minister, Shalom Goldman, claimed it was the Iranians. Which the Iranian foreign minister, Hamid Gayeghrani, angrily denied, declaring that such a charge was just what one could expect from a “regime of devils spawned in hell.”
    Scorpion had spent the afternoon at an Internet café on Kleiner Schäferkamp across from a wooded park. He used a European singles chat room to contact Mendy69 in Vilnius, Lithuania. A little man in a wheelchair born with a child’s twisted tiny legs that never grew, Aldis Slavickas aka Mendy69—after Mendeleev, the inventor of the Periodic Table, and the sex position—was a born criminal and the most brilliant computer hacker Scorpion knew. He had first used Slavickas to bulletproof his French cover ID, the identity he used for his home base in Sardinia. Slavickas had been able to penetrate the presumably impregnable firewalls and databases in the French Ministry of the Interior, as well as the DST and the DGSE, the French foreign intelligence service.
    In the chat room, Mendy69 posed as Giedre, a sexy nineteen-year-old female blonde with a fetish for leather. Scorpion was an aging French businessman named Max, because no matter what cover name he used, Mendy69 insisted on calling him Max anyway. They corresponded in French.
    The first part of the job Scorpion wanted was to change his photo in the Reuters personnel database at their Canary Wharf office in London for the Michael Kilbane journalist credentials he had used in Ukraine, so it no longer resembled his face.
    Mendy69 typed: pas de problème, mon chéri Max. No problem, my darling Max. I will make it so your own mother wouldn’t know you.
    â€œ Bon . And the Ukrainian things, you naughty girl? referring to the same photo that had been used for Kilbane’s Ukrainian visa, now residing in Ukrainian Militsiya and SBU internal security databases in Kiev.
    That’s not so simple, my little wolf, Slavickas responded.
    He would need something; an internal password, Mendy69 responded. He said he knew someone inside. The good thing about ce pays primitif —this primitive country, Ukraine—he said, was from the president on down, there was no one you couldn’t bribe. Scorpion offered one thousand euros, and Mendy69 responded that it was too much for the Ukrainian piece of shit he would bribe. Two hundred would be plenty, and he, Mendy69, would keep the other eight hundred providing cher Max would spank him.
    Almost laughing out loud at that one, Scorpion gave Mendy69 a dummy Gmail account to let him know when it was done and he would Paypal him the money. Before he left, he checked the BBC Internet news site. He was stunned by an article headlined: AMERICAN AID WORKER SAVES SOMALI CHILDREN . In it, they quoted aid workers