Vengeance (The Kurgan War Book 4) by Richard Turner Read Free Book Online

master watch. If you turn yours off, your friend’s will go off as well.”
    “How do we appear on the surveillance cameras?” queried Cole.
    “With the older jammers you used to appear as a blur. But that can be tracked by a skilled technician. The devices you have are state of the art. When your faces are run through a computer database they will match the false identities I will be supplying you with shortly. Gentlemen, you will be hiding in plain sight.”
    “Neat trick,” said Sheridan as he admired the watch on his wrist.
    “What about pistols?” asked Cole. “You must have something that can get through the police security scanners without setting off the alarms.”
    Bodrov waved for them to follow him deeper into his warehouse. He stopped by a sealed vault and entered his security code into a panel on the wall. With a click, the door popped open. Bodrov hauled back on the steel door and reached inside. When he turned about, he had two small metal cases in his hands. “Open them.”
    “It’s camera gear,” Cole said, sounding far from impressed. “What gives?”
    “Let me show you,” responded Bodrov. He took the case from Cole’s hands and set it down on a workbench. He brought out the camera, a battery pack, and a slender-looking light. “It may look like your average camera, but pay attention.” With that, he flipped the camera over and jammed the battery pack into a slot at the back of the device. Next, he snapped the light underneath the camera, and with a flick of his thumb, he turned it on. A red dot appeared on the wall.
    Sheridan smiled when he recognized the snub-gun in Bodrov’s hands.
    “Gentlemen, the GR-99 is the latest in undercover weapons technology. Designed to be used by intelligence agencies, the GR-99 is capable of firing caseless ammunition in semi and fully automatic modes. The targeting laser is sighted out to one hundred meters. There are fifty rounds in the pistol grip and another five hundred hidden inside your traveling cases.”
    “Won’t the ammo set off the sniffers at the security stations?” asked Cole.
    “Not at all. Your ammunition has been treated with an odorless film. It will never be detected by even the most sophisticated scanning devices out there.”
    Cole poked Bodrov in the chest with his index finger. “This crap had all better work!”
    “I wouldn’t stay in business if all of my clients kept getting arrested, now would I?”
    “Where are our new IDs?” queried Sheridan.
    “They’re being made. I had your faces scanned into my computer when you arrived. By the time your clothes arrive, your new identities will be ready.”
    Cole leaned over and whispered into Sheridan’s ear. “I hope you’re rich. I have no idea how much all of this is going to cost, but I doubt my five gold bars will pay for a tenth of this.”
    “I hope he takes an IOU as I don’t have access to my parents’ credits.”
    “I’ll gladly accept an IOU from you, Mister Sheridan,” Bodrov said with a smile. “After all, I doubt a four-star admiral would like the press to learn that his son was buying black market weapons for some nefarious purpose.”
    “My, what big ears you have, Vlad,” remarked Cole.
    Bodrov shrugged and led them back to the front of the basement where a gorgeous young woman in a form-fitting black leather outfit waited for them. At her feet were a couple of bags.
    “Thank you, Natalya,” Bodrov said as he slipped her one of the gold bars. The woman smiled, turned, and left the room.
    “Oy, who was that?” Cole asked. “She was quite the looker. What’s she doing with you?”
    “She’s one of my more efficient people,” explained Bodrov. He picked up the bags and handed them over. “Your clothes, gents.”
    Inside each bag were civilian clothes that looked as if they had been removed from someone’s closet and dumped in the bags. Sheridan’s clothes included a black leather jacket, a green fleece top, and khaki pants. Cole’s