coast and dropped off at predesignated points on the coasts of England, Holland but especially France where security was lacking. Men, weapons or drugs. It didn’t really matter, the Regina transported anything...
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BlindFire
Chapter 3
British Military Hospital , Rinteln.
Bloody inconvenient the tall man thought as he hurried down the busy Hospital corridor and through the swirling chattering crowds. He could almost taste the excitement of the reporters and news crews as they hung around in small groups giving birth to fresh rumours.
"My first day off in six bloody months and what happens?” He said angrily to no one in particular . "Murder, Bloody murder."
"Pardon me Sir." Said a Nurse.
"Sorry, I was just thinking aloud." He replied without breaking step and headed for reception. “Major Rothschild SIB ." He announced and produced his ID card which he handed to the Nurse sat behind a reception desk.
She looked at it closely. "We’ve been expecting you Sir." She said brightly and handed it back. "Could you go straight to casualty...? It's down...."
"That’s fine; I know where it is thanks."
The Major hated hospitals almost as much as he did Terrorists, but not quite in the same way. Several years previous he had been shot whilst on special duties in Northern Ireland. Even the slightest smell of anything clinical gave him the shivers and reminded him of a night he would much rather forget.
What the Colonel had told him back at HQ passed through his mind. "This ones bad. Be very gentle with him oh and by the way you have got a German Liaison Officer on this one. A man named Gunter nolte."
"Why a German?" He had asked.
"They have a big interest, the murdered woman was German. And with what’s happening in Europe at the moment they want to be seen to be doing something."
"You know all of my partners have been bullet catchers."
The Colonel had laughed. "This one seems to enjoy it! He's been shot seven times in three tours with GSG9, and he's something of a martial artist."
"Great, now I have Bruce Lee as a partner."
" Well a lmost, European heavy weight kick boxing champion for the past four years." The colonel had stopped for effect and took a deep draw on his cigar. "Last opponent refused to fight him."
"I get the drift ." He had said. "But I’d rather work alone if it’s all the same with you? "
"Time for a change then, don’t you think?" With that parting shot he had left for an important meeting at Whitehall.
"Hello John." Said a familiar voice and Major Jonathon Rothschild jumped from his daydreaming.
"Oh my god." The Major cried as he recognized the man behind the voice.
"Thought you were long dead!"
"Sorry to disappoint Doc, but I’m working on it if that means anything to you ."
"So how are the old war wounds then?" He a sked eagerly clasping the hands of a life he had once fought to save .
"Fine thanks... I would l ike to see Staff sergeant Stone if that’s possible."
"I'm afraid he’s still unconscious, but you can go in and wait for a while . He could wake up anytime now, I'll have some coffee sent in."
"Thank you." He said and entered the room which the Doctor had motioned him to before quickly leaving on some other emergency .
He picked up the clinical chart, but couldn 't make head nor tale of the Doctors scribblings . His gaze was now drawn to the soldiers face, even in that
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13
BlindFire
Chapter 3
British Military Hospital , Rinteln.
Bloody inconvenient the tall man thought as he hurried down the busy Hospital corridor and through the swirling chattering crowds. He could almost taste the excitement of the reporters and news crews as they hung around in small groups giving birth to fresh rumours.
"My first day off in six bloody months and what happens?” He said angrily to no one in particular . "Murder, Bloody murder."
"Pardon me Sir." Said a Nurse.
"Sorry, I was just thinking aloud." He replied without breaking step and headed for reception. “Major Rothschild SIB ." He announced and produced his ID card which he handed to the Nurse sat behind a reception desk.
She looked at it closely. "We’ve been expecting you Sir." She said brightly and handed it back. "Could you go straight to casualty...? It's down...."
"That’s fine; I know where it is thanks."
The Major hated hospitals almost as much as he did Terrorists, but not quite in the same way. Several years previous he had been shot whilst on special duties in Northern Ireland. Even the slightest smell of anything clinical gave him the shivers and reminded him of a night he would much rather forget.
What the Colonel had told him back at HQ passed through his mind. "This ones bad. Be very gentle with him oh and by the way you have got a German Liaison Officer on this one. A man named Gunter nolte."
"Why a German?" He had asked.
"They have a big interest, the murdered woman was German. And with what’s happening in Europe at the moment they want to be seen to be doing something."
"You know all of my partners have been bullet catchers."
The Colonel had laughed. "This one seems to enjoy it! He's been shot seven times in three tours with GSG9, and he's something of a martial artist."
"Great, now I have Bruce Lee as a partner."
" Well a lmost, European heavy weight kick boxing champion for the past four years." The colonel had stopped for effect and took a deep draw on his cigar. "Last opponent refused to fight him."
"I get the drift ." He had said. "But I’d rather work alone if it’s all the same with you? "
"Time for a change then, don’t you think?" With that parting shot he had left for an important meeting at Whitehall.
"Hello John." Said a familiar voice and Major Jonathon Rothschild jumped from his daydreaming.
"Oh my god." The Major cried as he recognized the man behind the voice.
"Thought you were long dead!"
"Sorry to disappoint Doc, but I’m working on it if that means anything to you ."
"So how are the old war wounds then?" He a sked eagerly clasping the hands of a life he had once fought to save .
"Fine thanks... I would l ike to see Staff sergeant Stone if that’s possible."
"I'm afraid he’s still unconscious, but you can go in and wait for a while . He could wake up anytime now, I'll have some coffee sent in."
"Thank you." He said and entered the room which the Doctor had motioned him to before quickly leaving on some other emergency .
He picked up the clinical chart, but couldn 't make head nor tale of the Doctors scribblings . His gaze was now drawn to the soldiers face, even in that
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