Richter Telecom AG
Berlin, Germany
R
eading headed for the SUV that had brought them from the airport to Richter Telecom’s headquarters in Berlin. Things had moved swiftly once Oskar Richter had been linked to the bombing. The Germans were tearing the place apart, and he, Michelle, and Sanchez had arrived about an hour ago to observe.
Yet none of it concerned him, knowing what was happening right now in Morocco.
“I’m going to go talk to the agent in charge,” said Sanchez, breaking off from him and Michelle. “I’ll join you in a minute.”
“Okay.”
Reading and Michelle climbed in the back and the sanctuary the SUV provided, their German assigned driver somewhere else. He fished out his cellphone.
“Do you think they’ll find anything of use?”
Reading frowned. “I doubt they’ll find anything linking them to the terrorist attack. This had nothing to do with the company and everything to do with the company’s founder. But if we could find something that links company funds to the operation, if he somehow got sloppy, then we could file charges against him and the corporation, and he just might lose financial control. If we could make that happen, it might throw the fear of God into others like him that use their wealth to manipulate the masses into believing in their causes, whether just or otherwise.”
The phone vibrated in his hand as the call he had been waiting for finally came through. He answered. “Hello?”
“I just wanted you to know that Kane’s team has begun the operation. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Is there any way we can listen in?”
“Is your location secure?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t see why not. I won’t be able to communicate with you until it’s over. Wait a moment.”
Reading put the call on speaker for Michelle’s benefit and, at first, heard nothing. A sudden burst of static had them both flinching.
“Target eliminated.”
“Zero-Five, take out the two-three position.”
The passenger door opened and Sanchez climbed in.
“Roger that. Two-Three down.”
“Number two side secure. Control, any evidence they’re aware of anything happening?”
Sanchez’s jaw dropped. “What are we listening to?”
Reading glanced at Michelle. “Umm, I’m not sure you want to know.”
“Negative, Zero-One, no indication from this end they’re aware of your presence.”
“Zero-Seven, take out three-four.”
“Taking the shot. Three-Four down.”
Sanchez’s eyes were wide. “Oh my God, who are you?”
“I’m a cop, just like you.”
She shook her head. “You’re not like me. I don’t know any cop who has sources like you do.”
