PRIMAL Nemesis (Book 2 in the Redemption Trilogy, A PRIMAL Action Thriller Book 6) (The PRIMAL Series) Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Jack Silkstone
“This has directly affected American citizens and substantial investment. We’ve been contracted on behalf of the CIA to find the people responsible and help bring them to justice.” He turned to the analyst. “Mr. Howard, can you give us an update on what the CIA was able to uncover?”
“Now?” He hadn’t expected to be briefing right away.
Pershing nodded.
“Umm, OK. Have you all read the background report that was released to GES?”
A few people nodded.
“OK, good. Well our number one suspect at the moment is this dude Aden, Objective Yankee. We know for a fact he was at the mine and was working with criminal elements to sabotage it. We think that he’s part of an environmental terrorist group that also includes a former German Police officer called Wilhelm Jager. Jager is Objective Red Sox and is the next link in the chain, and the key to getting to the entire... Major League Network.” Howard smiled, he'd made that up on the fly.
“The latest intel I’ve got on Jager dates back to 2008 when he was removed from GSG 9 and the police force for beating a rapist to death. From there we have nothing. I want to know where he went after that. Did he immediately join the Major League Network? How did he avoid jail? These are the questions we need answered.”
Pershing clapped his hands. “OK team, so that's where we are at. Let's get to work. Mr. Howard, if you don't mind.” He gestured to one of the rooms at the back of the SCIF.
Apart from a cowboy hat hanging on a hook on the wall the office was bare.
“Looks like we're back in business,” drawled Pershing as he sat in his chair.
“What the hell happened at the mine? I saw the satellite imagery, dude, the place was trashed.”
“Objective Yankee managed to sabotage a number of the facilities then turned the Black Jacket Cartel against us. Without security in place there was little we could do when his militia attacked.”
“Holy crap.”
“But that's not what I wanted to talk about.” Pershing tipped back in his chair. “The German. Wilhelm or whatever, have you got an address?”
Howard shook his head. “Not for him, just his parents. They live in Bavaria.”
“Good, we're going to need that.”
“Do you want me to go over and interview them?”
Pershing smiled. “No, I've got someone a little more persuasive in mind.”
CHAPTER 2
KINGSTON, JAMAICA
Bishop inhaled the fresh air as he sat cross-legged on a yoga mat. Saneh had snuck him under the fence to the beach behind Norman Manley Airport. The sun was low in the sky and there was a cool breeze coming off the sea. He peeked through one eyelid to see if Saneh was still holding her pose; she was.
“You opened your eyes didn't you,” she said.
“Nooo.” He closed them tightly and tried to focus on the waves crashing against the gray sand. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking. A maelstrom of thoughts raced through his head. He sighed; he just wasn't cut out for meditation.
“Don't get frustrated, Aden. It takes a lot of practice to be able to let go. It will come, with time. You need to focus on your breathing. Long and deep inhale, long and deep exhale.”
He tried the breathing exercise and for a moment it calmed him. Then he opened his eyes and scanned the beach. There wasn't another person in sight. Just him, Saneh, and a few seagulls. “So, this is what you did everyday for two weeks?”
“Not just meditation. I also practiced yoga and ate organic food in a pristine environment. It was about spiritual as well as physical healing. Oh and massages; Ulaf had the most amazing hands.”
“What!” Bishop turned to face her. “Ulaf?”
She laughed. “It's so easy to wind you up.”
He lay back on the mat and pulled his baseball cap over his face.
“Oh now you're sulking?” She laughed.
“No, I'm meditating.”
“I did a lot of thinking. About you and me, about what we do, about how sometimes we hurt people.”
He sat up and
“Now?” He hadn’t expected to be briefing right away.
Pershing nodded.
“Umm, OK. Have you all read the background report that was released to GES?”
A few people nodded.
“OK, good. Well our number one suspect at the moment is this dude Aden, Objective Yankee. We know for a fact he was at the mine and was working with criminal elements to sabotage it. We think that he’s part of an environmental terrorist group that also includes a former German Police officer called Wilhelm Jager. Jager is Objective Red Sox and is the next link in the chain, and the key to getting to the entire... Major League Network.” Howard smiled, he'd made that up on the fly.
“The latest intel I’ve got on Jager dates back to 2008 when he was removed from GSG 9 and the police force for beating a rapist to death. From there we have nothing. I want to know where he went after that. Did he immediately join the Major League Network? How did he avoid jail? These are the questions we need answered.”
Pershing clapped his hands. “OK team, so that's where we are at. Let's get to work. Mr. Howard, if you don't mind.” He gestured to one of the rooms at the back of the SCIF.
Apart from a cowboy hat hanging on a hook on the wall the office was bare.
“Looks like we're back in business,” drawled Pershing as he sat in his chair.
“What the hell happened at the mine? I saw the satellite imagery, dude, the place was trashed.”
“Objective Yankee managed to sabotage a number of the facilities then turned the Black Jacket Cartel against us. Without security in place there was little we could do when his militia attacked.”
“Holy crap.”
“But that's not what I wanted to talk about.” Pershing tipped back in his chair. “The German. Wilhelm or whatever, have you got an address?”
Howard shook his head. “Not for him, just his parents. They live in Bavaria.”
“Good, we're going to need that.”
“Do you want me to go over and interview them?”
Pershing smiled. “No, I've got someone a little more persuasive in mind.”
CHAPTER 2
KINGSTON, JAMAICA
Bishop inhaled the fresh air as he sat cross-legged on a yoga mat. Saneh had snuck him under the fence to the beach behind Norman Manley Airport. The sun was low in the sky and there was a cool breeze coming off the sea. He peeked through one eyelid to see if Saneh was still holding her pose; she was.
“You opened your eyes didn't you,” she said.
“Nooo.” He closed them tightly and tried to focus on the waves crashing against the gray sand. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't stop thinking. A maelstrom of thoughts raced through his head. He sighed; he just wasn't cut out for meditation.
“Don't get frustrated, Aden. It takes a lot of practice to be able to let go. It will come, with time. You need to focus on your breathing. Long and deep inhale, long and deep exhale.”
He tried the breathing exercise and for a moment it calmed him. Then he opened his eyes and scanned the beach. There wasn't another person in sight. Just him, Saneh, and a few seagulls. “So, this is what you did everyday for two weeks?”
“Not just meditation. I also practiced yoga and ate organic food in a pristine environment. It was about spiritual as well as physical healing. Oh and massages; Ulaf had the most amazing hands.”
“What!” Bishop turned to face her. “Ulaf?”
She laughed. “It's so easy to wind you up.”
He lay back on the mat and pulled his baseball cap over his face.
“Oh now you're sulking?” She laughed.
“No, I'm meditating.”
“I did a lot of thinking. About you and me, about what we do, about how sometimes we hurt people.”
He sat up and
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