Raymond Benson - 2012 - Hitman: Damnation Read Online Free PDF

Jade
took a seat and placed her notebook in front of her. “We have a new lead on
Agent 47’s whereabouts.”
                 Travis
raised his eyebrows. “And we’ve been hearing that every month for a year,
Jade.”
                 “This
is different, sir. A reliable source informs us that 47 was spotted in Jamaica as recently as two days ago. In fact, the source is one of
ours.”
                 Travis
swiveled his chair away from the computer. A man in his forties, he always
dressed in a gray suit, white shirt, and an Agency tie. He was probably
twenty-five pounds overweight; his gut drooped over his belt, and he tended to
sweat more than other men. With his thick red-brown mustache, glasses, and
communications earpiece, he might have resembled a retired CIA operative who
was past his prime. In reality, like Jade, Benjamin Travis was not someone to
be underestimated. The epitome of a “company man,” Travis was known by his
colleagues to have no tolerance for incompetence. Failure was severely
punished. As one of the senior managers of the Agency, he was cunning,
ruthless, and ambitious. He commanded teams of assassins that operated around
the world. He spent just as much time in the control room as did his personal
assistant, often doing her job.
                 It
was no wonder that he had quickly risen in the ranks to become one of the
Agency’s star players.
                 “Jamaica?”
he echoed.
                 “Yes, sir.”
                 “You
don’t say. How soon can you verify it?” he asked.
                 “I
have Julius on it. This time it looks promising, Benjamin. Our man in Jamaica
is usually reliable on intel but untrustworthy in
financial matters.”
                 He
merely nodded. Jade knew that Travis never jumped to conclusions before all the i ’s were dotted and t’s crossed.
                 “What
else?”
                 “That’s
all, sir. Still no news on Burnwood . I’m afraid that trail has gone quite cold.”
                 Travis
nodded again. “That figures. Thank you, Jade. Please keep me informed. The
minute you have confirmation on 47, I want to know.”
                 “Yes, sir.” She stood and moved toward the door.
                 “Wait.”
                 Jade
stopped and turned. “Yes?”
                 “Please
inform the captain to point the ship toward the Caribbean. If what you say is
true, I want to be close enough to intercept the guy.” He shrugged. “And if
this lead of yours turns out to be another dead end, then we’ll stop in Cuba or
the Bahamas or somewhere and have an island shore leave. We could use it.”
                 “Yes, sir.” She scribbled a note on her pad, pushed her glasses
back to the bridge of her nose, and left the room.
                 Travis
turned to the computer monitor and resumed studying the latest report from
Chicago. The results had gone beyond expectations. He knew his pet project had
the potential to help the Agency evolve into a force with which the entire
world would have to reckon. The ICA would possess something that could very
well bring governments to their knees.
                 It
represented power. Unimaginable power.
                 In
just a few more months, the project would be completed. As the experiment
advanced, the potential was boundless.
                 Travis
could smell the promotion he would receive. It was entirely possible he would
be appointed to be the Agency’s chairman. And it could have occurred sooner,
had Diana Burnwood not betrayed him. The bitch had
threatened to make trouble for Travis’s project because of some kind of
high-and-mighty conscience she suddenly developed. She was a
dangerous loose cannon, and she had to be found. His biggest fear was
that Agent 47 would beat him to