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For your security and ours, it will be thus.”
    “I have no idea of the sort of people that could carry out a task like this, I don’t know—”
    “Mr. Bane, you have our full confidence. The choice is yours, and I am certain that it will be right.”
    “Ok, suppose I say ‘yes’ and I find people capable of carrying this out. What about money?”
    “Ah, yes money... but this is the easy part to be honest. You will have all that you need, it is not a problem.”
    “Ok well... I understand your desire for anonymity, but I’d like to know what and who is behind this project. Surely there must be one.”
    “As I’ve explained, it’s not a question of country. This surpasses the notion of nations, politics or religions. Think of it as a multi-national organization. Our cause is just, and you have many allies, even if, at times, you feel deserted. You will never be deserted. You can count on us. Can we count on you, Mr. Bane?”
    “Let's give a try.”
    “Good. This is the first time we’ve met face to face and, in all probability, the last. I’m certain that you and your group will do brilliant work. We have faith in you.”
    Oscar Schwartz rose from his chair, along with the rest. He and Andy shook hands in alliance. Andy noted the massive gold ring on one of Schwartz’s fingers. The same ring appeared on each hand he subsequently shook. Schwartz gave him an envelope containing information for the next step. Andy left the same way he’d entered: confused. The moment their hands had touched, he knew his life was destined to change. But he would try, even if it cost him everything he had left.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER 5
     
    Victor Leung was on time, as always. Each week, he took an acupuncture section in a tiny alleyway of Montreal’s Quartier chinois . This little Chinese herbal medicine clinic was known for its discretion despite its large staff: five acupuncturists aided by an army of assistants to wait hand and foot on their largely Asian clientele. For Victor Leung, his own well-being was primary and others didn't matter at all for him. Victor was a cold, cruel being. He was the chief of a Triad – that is, a Chinese mob – and had been building his reputation in this shady world for years. Cruelty and violence brought him respect. Victor Leung controlled several strip clubs and massage salons in the Montreal region. He was implicated in illegal gambling, illicit casinos, extortion and prostitution. He pimped several women and there were whispers of white slavery. He took sadistic pleasure in the violence he used to scare away his rivals.
    For a few years, a restaurant owner in the area had been consistently refusing to pay tribute to Victor over his profits. As the boss of the Quartier chinois , Victor had no qualms in storming the busy restaurant with several henchmen, finding the owner and chopping off his hand with a hatchet. Warning issued, tribute collected, example made. All this unfolded under the eyes of the horrified clientele. Nothing and no-one could stand up to him; he was the despot of the district. Going to the police was out of the question if you valued your life. It was said that many of Victor’s women disappeared in strange circumstances, never to be found. He was at the height of fame and his attitude expressed it. He was constantly flanked by two or three bodyguards who cut an intimidating figure in their designer suits. His trademark was a shiny black cane which he carried not because he limped, but for the augmentation of the character he had created so meticulously.
    Andy knew about him. In reality, so did the police. He’d been at it for quite some time. Several investigations had been opened during his tenure, but it seemed that nothing could bring him down, not yet. While tracking Reiki, the Czech arms trafficker, he’d come across a possible link to Victor. If he tailed Victor, it was possible that he would come to find Reiki. With a team of agents, he had followed Victor to