Kidnap (The Billionaire Series) (12 page)

“OK, that’s clear,”
replied Reaper nonchalantly
,
he could hardly believe it
. $20 million for one job!

“Good. Now back to the funds. Besides your personal fee, you’ll
need additional monies to carry out the mission. I’ve deposited another $20
million dollars but should you need any more, just ask. Whatever you need, you
will get.”

“$20 million? What the hell will I need that for?” he asked snapping
out of his own $20million trance.

“This is no simple mission. Once you read the contents of the
package, you’ll understand. This is not a solo mission and you’ll probably need
a small army to pull it off. Trust me, you’re going to earn your $20 million
fee.”

“I now prefer to work alone and after the events of fourteen
years ago, it has proved a wise choice.”

“Tough. This is not a solo mission. Just do what you have to do
to get the job done. Now pull over here and get out.”

“What, here? What about your driver?” said Reaper looking around
to see where they were
exactly.

“He’s behind us.”

As Reaper pulled over to the kerb and got out, a car screeched to
a stop behind them. The chauffeur jumped out and got into the
Maybach
pulling away instantly. Reaper was left standing,
holding a
package which
could result in riches beyond
his wildest dreams or, his death.

Reaper was desperate to find out what mission could possibly
justify a $20 million price tag. However he’d have to wait, he couldn’t open
the package in the middle of the street. He rushed back to his small, anonymous
hotel room and ripped the package open.

It contained two envelopes, one labelled ‘Mission’ and one
labelled ‘Reaper’. He opened the Reaper one first. It contained a secure mobile
phone with the instructions that Speed Dial One was for the client, a number of
passports for him with new identities and the bank account details for the $20
million expenses. He then opened the ‘Mission’ package and began to smile. It
contained a number of schematics, photographs, a typewritten dossier of
objectives and the criteria for the successful completion of the mission.

Reaper put the package down
,
he could not believe it
. $20 million to kill the Kennedys,
his wildest dreams had come true.

Chapter
22

One week later

Reaper had spent the previous week preparing his plan for the
mission and trying to find out a little more about the client. The revelation
that the client knew Reaper’s background had really knocked him and he needed
to know who he was.

Following the meeting at the Waldorf, Reaper had noted down the
registration of the
Maybach
and checked the owner’s
details. The owner was John Doe, residing at Greyer Top Road, New York. Reaper
could find no such road listed anywhere in New York State
nor
in the US and the name John Doe was the name given to any male in the US of
unknown identity. It was not until later that night that Reaper realised his
client was not to be fooled with. The address, Greyer Top Road, was an anagram
of GOOD TRY REAPER. The client had registered a $350,000 car in a false name
and address for just one meeting.

He had received a phone call the following morning on his new
mobile. It had been the client who had advised him against digging any further,
Reaper did not need to know who he was and in fact would live significantly
longer if he didn’t. The phone as ever had just gone dead, the client had hung
up, no goodbyes, no pleasantries.

Reaper was
stunned,
all he had done so
far was check a car registration. Whoever the client was, he knew that somebody
had done a search on the registration.

Reaper had also been shocked at the level of detail in the
mission brief and the inclusion of highly classified documents, some were even
stamped top secret. Reaper was no closer to knowing who his client was but a
picture of a very well connected, powerful and manipulative figure was slowly
coming into focus. Reaper was certain of one thing. If he failed, he was dead.
The mission had a lot riding on
it,
it was now a life
or death exercise.

Reaper had travelled to Scotland to see the Estate for himself.
His pack had contained press clippings of the botched kidnapping as well as
detailed schematics of the security system. The more he looked into it, the
more he could not understand why
Conor
and his idiots
had done what they had done. The place was impregnable, even with a couple of
M1
tanks,
Reaper would fail to get to the Kennedys.

He had rented a
small secluded
cottage
twenty miles from the Estate and planned to base his operation from there. He
had travelled back to the cottage that night and was still struggling to see
how he was going to pull it off. He had a number of set criteria
for
 
a
successful
mission. It was not going to be easy.

It was three in the morning when the plan came to him in bed. His
subconscious mind had looked beyond the small time operation he had been
considering. He leapt up and was soon writing out the plan and how it could
work. He had it! It was perfect and huge! Nothing like it had ever been done
before. It would cost millions and he needed lots of men but he had the money
and the time to put it in place. He checked his watch, it was 4.00 a.m. He had
phone calls to make and it was daylight across the other side of the world.

Chapter
23

One week later

The twins were inseparable. They were now
twenty
five
and had never spent more than one night apart. They had joined the
army together and had insisted on being posted together. The recruiting
sergeant had humoured them and assured them that this would not pose a problem.
This was, of course, a lie and resulted in the only night the two had ever
spent apart. The extent of the havoc caused by their apparent ‘oversight’ had
resulted in the two being reunited the very next evening. That, however, left a
question mark over their suitability for the armed forces but they were
indulged for the time being, until their mettle could be properly tested.

Any concerns about suitability were dispelled when the two began
training. They were natural soldiers and proved to be two of the best killers
to enter the service. After two years’ training, they were assigned to a very
specialist
unit which
normally took staff for a
maximum of twelve months such was the intensity, both physically and
emotionally, of the work. However, the twins had had their service contracts
extended three times as no suitable replacements could be found to backfill
their now legendary killing abilities.

It was therefore a complete shock when they received their latest
orders which
were completely different to their usual
orders and appeared on the surface to be rather undeserving of their particular
talents. Nonetheless, the most important issue had been
covered,
they were both on the same mission. As usual, they prepared themselves to ship
out and move to new barracks.

The new barracks were unknown to anybody on their current base.
They were referenced by a
three digit
number which
nobody recognised. They all surmised that it was a new designation.
Interestingly, even the base commander did not know where it was. When he had
requisitioned their flight details, he had been refused clearance for the final
destination and was informed that clearance was only given on a need-to-know
basis and he did not need to know. He explained this to the twins who simply
shrugged their shoulders and headed back to pack the rest of their belongings.

Their flight left on schedule and after three aircraft changes,
they boarded their final flight. By this time, they had no idea where they were
as each transfer had taken place on an empty landing strip with no identifiable
landmarks. Their final transfer had taken place in the dark and they were so
disorientated, they could have been anywhere from the Antarctic to the Arctic
or from Asia to America. When they finally landed, all they knew was that they
were on a small island and that it had to be South of the equator because the
water drained clockwise in the toilet.

With daylight came a few more clues as to their location. The
barracks were small and housed around 200 soldiers but it was not until later
in the day that the twins realised that this was no ordinary barracks. The
barracks were multi national and were full of teams from the world’s Special
Forces. They were all specialists in anti-terrorism and hostage rescue. The
twins quickly settled into the new regime, alongside the other soldiers. They
took part in exercises in the morning and specialist training in the afternoon.

It was not until the evening of their first day that they had a
chance to wander around the island. They soon found their objectives’ location
and were amazed at the set up of the school. They completed their first
reconnaissance, making note of relevant vantage points and blind spots.
 

Their mission instructions were clear. Their targets would arrive
in two weeks by which time a full risk assessment was to be carried out. This
would involve a comprehensive reconnaissance of the island and a detailed
analysis of the military presence, its capabilities and weaknesses. Once
complete, the report was to be sent to a coded address through secret channels
with a clear “Eyes Only” designation. On arrival, the targets were to be
watched on a twenty-four hour basis and no action taken unless authorised or in
situations which
required immediate intervention. At
all costs, the twins were not to break cover and under no circumstances should
they discuss their orders with anybody including the Base Commander.

Chapter
24

One week later

The plan was brutal but brilliant and all the pieces were slowly
moving into position. Reaper had nearly 300 operatives involved in an
operation which
would cause major disruption across the
world. His client didn’t care how he completed the mission nor whom he
recruited, so long as the objective were achieved within the deadline, in just
under
six weeks.

He had tracked down operatives whom he considered to be almost as
talented as him. His twenty million dollar expenses were soon spent but as
promised, his client made more funds available. Within an hour of asking, a
further twenty million dollars had been deposited into Reaper’s expense
account.

Having exhausted the elite mercenary market, Reaper moved onto
what he considered the lowest of the low, the terrorist market. He needed their
involvement for a very specific part of the plan. To those people, money was
secondary. Their primary driver was to hit at the heart of their most hated
enemy, whoever that
might be. On the up side, this reduced
the monies required to entice them. Bang for buck, they were significantly
cheaper than the money-grabbing mercenaries.

Reaper also recruited a number of the world’s most corrupt
specialists in the field of weaponry, logistics, computers and communications.
By the end of the week, he’d recruited the most blood thirsty and despicable
group of individuals and he
was loving
every minute.

Reaper’s cottage in Scotland was turned into a communications hub
connecting him to five camps he had set up around the world. Each section of
his small army made its way to their appointed camp. They were each unaware
that any other section existed and it was imperative that that remained the
case. Reaper did not care about religious nor political differences. In truth,
he felt that far too much energy and blood had been wasted in their name. He
therefore had no qualms in recruiting warring factions and so the terrorist
groups included religious fanatics, racial and political extremists from across
the world. However, putting them in one location would have caused a war in
itself. He had therefore carefully planned the composition of each training
camp. If they ever found out that they were working together, on the same
mission, for the same side, he would be a very dead man.

One of the five camps would house the mercenaries who would
comprise his elite team. They were kept aside for the most difficult and
important work and were based with him, in Scotland. The terrorists were his
cannon fodder and as long as they completed their simple tasks, he did not care
what happened to them.
 

Reaper carefully selected 50 terrorists for each of the four
other camps by taking into account their beliefs, allegiances and any other
confrontational issues. One camp was located in Idaho and was designated Team
Idaho and accordingly, he created Team Zimbabwe, Team Colombia and Team Syria.

Reaper packed his case and made sure all the traps he had set
around the cottage were armed. Should anyone attempt to enter the cottage while
he was away, they would meet their maker prematurely and in several thousand
pieces. He was flying to London and then on to Beirut to meet his two
Lieutenants and eight Team Leaders. They would be responsible for the camps and
ensure that his orders were followed to the letter.