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asked Benny quietly, ‘You think the debt they feel they owe Jimmy will affect how they handle this operation?’
    Benny looked uncertain. ‘I hope not,’ he said.‘But there’s always that sense of loyalty to someone who saved your life in battle. You can’t shake it off easy. Know what I mean?’
    ‘I do,’ said Mitch, looking at the members of Delta Unit who had become like brothers to him. ‘Anyway, you won’t have any objections if I kill Deacon?’
    ‘None at all,’ agreed Benny. ‘We’re on one side, he’s on the other. And he chose to be on that side. In my opinion, if we don’t kill him, he’s gonna kill us.’
    A voice came from across the room. ‘Gentlemen!’
    It was Gerald, calling their attention. ‘If you will join me in the briefing room, we can show you what we have learnt in the last few hours.’
    The soldiers of Delta Unit sat around the table as before. Gerald stood by the laptop overseeing the display, and another man stood guarding the door.
    ‘There are three of them,’ announced Gerald. ‘All known mercenaries. Two recently arrived in the UK and the third is due to arrive at Heathrow today.As far as we know, none of them have worked on an operation with Deacon before, but we have sightings of all of them meeting with Deacon in France within the last month.’
    He clicked a key and a man’s face appeared on the screen. His head was shaved, his nose had been broken at some point, and there was a chunk missing from one of his ears. He looked like a very tough rugby player.
    ‘This is Dmitri Pavel,’ announced Gerald. ‘Ex-Russian Special Forces, Spetsnatz. He arrived in Britain last week. He escaped the Russian forces and vanished before he could be court-martialled.’
    ‘For what?’ asked Tug.
    Gerald glanced down at his notes. ‘He seems to have quite a list of allegations against him: murder, assault, theft, robbery, treason.’ He looked up at the screen. ‘Mr Pavel is quite the hard case.’ He looked around the table. ‘You’ll each be getting a more detailed file on these men after this meeting.’
    The picture of the Russian vanished to bereplaced by another equally tough-looking man.
    ‘Jan der Smitt: South African,’ announced Gerald. ‘Former Special Forces, lately working as mercenary to anyone who’ll hire him. He’s wanted in South Africa and Australia for murder. He’s the one due to arrive later today.’
    The picture of Smitt vanished, and now a very different one filled the screen. This man had the same shaven head as the previous two, but he was smiling, instead of glaring at the camera. There was something cocky about him.
    ‘Pierre Lavall, ex-French Special Forces,’ said Gerald. ‘Specialist in explosives. Like Pavel he’s been here for just under a week. He can rig a mammoth explosion that’ll demolish a building, or a very small one designed to take out a security system. It seems likely that he was the one who rigged your bedroom door, Mr Graham.’
    ‘In that case I’ve got a score to settle with him,’ muttered Gaz.
    The Intelligence officer pushed a key on thelaptop and the screen cleared. ‘As we’ve said, Deacon is very elusive, exceptionally hard to pin down. However, we know where these three are and they’re under surveillance. It’s our hope that one of them will lead us to Deacon.
    ‘So, we have arranged for you to work in three teams of two. Colonel Nelson will sort out who goes with who. As this is an MI6 operation, each team will be accompanied by an MI6 operative; and that MI6 operative will be in charge of the team out in the field.’
    The members of Delta Unit turned to look at Colonel Nelson to see how he would react to this. All of them were thinking the same thing: we’re soldiers, not spies. We don’t want spies giving us orders when it’s a matter of life and death.
    Nelson looked back at them. ‘Sorry, guys,’ he said. ‘This one’s out of my hands. When Gerald here told me what he had in mind, I got