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Isn’t that contrary to every protocol we have?”
    Sharing her past with her
subordinates was not something Ellis was comfortable with, but she had little
choice if she wanted their help in getting some answers.
    “We used to work together over
the river,” she said, referring to the Secret Intelligence Service building on
the opposite bank of the Thames.  “We were… involved for some time, but
shortly after we broke up he left Six to join another organisation.  Our
paths have crossed a few times since but he’d never tell me who he is working
for now.”
    “And you want us to find out?”
Farsi asked.
    “Discreetly,” Ellis confirmed. 
    Chapter
3
     
    Monday
April 23rd 2012
     
    It was just after ten in the
evening when Timmy Hughes walked down the gangway of the Sterling Lines and
walked through the Saf Yacht Club to his waiting
Bentley.  The ten mile drive south took a leisurely twenty minutes and he
parked in the Atrium car park just a couple of hundred yards from his apartment
just off Orchard Road.
    The streets were still alive
despite the hour, with the majority of the revellers tourists taking in as much
of the city as they could manage in a single day.  As he approached the
apartment building the throng had thinned out to just a few locals.  He
was digging for the keys to the lobby when he felt a dig in his back and a
figure appeared next to him, a sports jacket draped over his right hand.
    “Hello Timmy,” the stranger
said.  Hughes didn’t recognise him but the accent was from his own neck of
the woods, just north of London.  A second dig in the ribs told him that
the man was carrying more than just a Carl Gross coat.
    “You know the drill.  Nice
and cool, stay calm and follow me to my car.”
    The hire car was waiting just
around the corner and Hughes was told to drop his bag and get into the front
passenger seat.
    “Roll down the window. 
There’s a set of cuffs under the seat.  Put them on your right hand.”
    Hughes again complied and was
then told to thread the other cuff through the door handle and attach it to his
left hand.  After checking it was tight the stranger climbed into the
driver’s seat and set off through the light traffic. 
    It was a forty-minute drive to
the Sungei Buloh wetland
reserve in the Lin Chu Kang area and they made the journey in silence after it
became clear to Hughes that his questions were going to go unanswered. 
    When they reached their
destination Ben Palmer handed Hughes the keys to the cuffs, told him to get out
and then followed him through the passenger side door.  Hughes found
himself in an industrial estate, deserted because of the late hour.
    “Move,” Palmer said, indicating
with his silenced pistol that they should head into the darkness.  They
walked for a minute before Palmer told Hughes to stop and get down on his
knees.
    Hughes refused.  Instead,
he turned and faced the gunman.  If this man wanted him dead, it would
have happened by now, which meant he needed something from him.  That gave
him the advantage.
    “Care to tell me why you’re
going to kill me?”
    Palmer had the gun pointed at
centre mass.  “On your knees,” he repeated.
    Hughes was five yards from him
and moved closer, hoping to cut the distance in half so that he would have a
chance to go hand-to-hand, but Palmer put his left hand behind his back and
grabbed the Taser tucked into his waistband.  He hit Hughes in the chest
with the barbed dart and kept his finger on the trigger, delivering fifty thousand
volts down the thin wire.  Hughes dropped to the floor and Palmer gave him
another jolt for good measure. 
    “It’s much easier if you do as
you’re told,” he said, standing over Hughes.  “Now, tell me where Len
Smart is.”
    “Never heard
of him.”
    Palmer delivered another shock
to jog his memory.  “I don’t like it when people lie to me,” he said
calmly.  “You’ve been in contact with Smart and Simon Baines.  Where
are