Part 27 (1/2)
Mungabe was impressed with the Vulture's duplicity. No wonder he let Mungabe take the proceeds from the s.h.i.+p and its hostages. He was using Mungabe to eliminate the compet.i.tion.
”And who owns this s.h.i.+p?” Mungabe said.
”A German conglomerate. But I wouldn't attempt to take it, if the rumor is true.”
Mungabe snorted. ”Why not?”
”Because the word is that the s.h.i.+p is protected by a company that I know well.”
Mungabe knew what Roducci would say next. He felt his face flaming at the thought. ”And who would that be?”
”Darkview. An American-”
”Do not say that name to me! I have taken steps to destroy it. By now both it and its president must be dead.”
Roducci scoffed. ”Hardly. I know the president and the vice president, and they-and their company-are very much alive. In fact, I just handled a matter for them. I don't know who tells you Darkview is no more, but you should not listen to them. They lie.”
”Who from Darkview is protecting the s.h.i.+p?”
”You want names?”
”For several thousand dollars, I deserve names,” Mungabe said. He heard Roducci blow out a breath in aggravation.
”I've heard that two Darkview agents are there. A sniper and a chemist.”
”And their names?”
”This I do not know.”
Mungabe thought Roducci did know, but he didn't bother to press him.
”Chemists don't scare me. Tell me about the shooter.”
”The gossips say that he can shoot the eyes out of an eagle at five hundred paces.”
”He is the mercenary, and the chemist guards the drugs. These two men will not live to see tomorrow.”
Roducci coughed for a minute before catching his breath. ”The sea is vast. There are any number of trawlers you can hara.s.s. Perhaps you leave the cruise liner alone. Nothing good will come of attacking it.”
Mungabe stood up to increase his presence, even though he knew Roducci could not see the gesture. ”Do you question my ability? I will kill them all!”
Roducci sighed over the line. ”Think, Mungabe. If Darkview agents are protecting the arms, then it is likely that the American military hired them. You are buying trouble. I doubt that the s.h.i.+p will be taken without a battle. You don't need the money. Why do you do this?”
Just like a Westerner, Mungabe thought. They had no understanding of the greater glory beyond this world. They only fought to live; they did not embrace death.
”I do this to ensure my place in the afterworld.”
Roducci burst out laughing. ”You do this to buy another Range Rover and some more khat. You also do this because you are in too deep with the Vulture.”
Mungabe sucked in a breath. Roducci's information went farther than Mungabe liked.
”But you should know that even though the Vulture is losing against Darkview, he will not die, because he fails to do his own fighting. He hires people like you to do it for him, and after you die, he walks away, beating the dirt off his palms. So think carefully before you take on the sniper and the chemist.”
”I should not have paid you. You disrespect me,” Mungabe said.
”You paid for the truth, and that is what you got. My advice will keep you alive. Take it.”
Mungabe punched off the speakerphone in response. He dialed the Vulture's number.
”What do you want?” The European didn't bother with a greeting.
”You haven't eliminated Darkview. You broke our agreement. Therefore I am no longer honoring it. I'm going to take the chemical weapon after I take the s.h.i.+p.” Mungabe felt enormous satisfaction when he heard the Vulture's quick intake of breath over the phone line.
”You broke your end of the deal. You were to have taken the s.h.i.+p by now, but you haven't. You failed.”
Mungabe's brief feeling of superiority disappeared. He wanted to reach through the phone to throttle the Vulture.
”There are Darkview agents on board. You didn't tell me this. Had you done so, I would have put all my men on the job. I thought I was dealing with a bunch of soft tourists. You lied to me.”
”I didn't know Darkview agents were on board. This is the first I have learned of it. However, I have one of my men there. Tell me which ones are the agents and I'll arrange to kill them.”
”Like you killed Darkview's president? He still lives.”
”Tell me. My operative can use the weapon on them. They'll be dead in half an hour, and you can take the s.h.i.+p.”
”I don't know who they are. I just know it's a sniper and a chemist. My contact refused to identify them.”
The Vulture said nothing for a moment. ”I'll have my contact hit the entire s.h.i.+p. This will disable it once and for all, and then your men will be able to walk on board. We'll put an end to this back-and-forth fighting.”
”Oh, no you won't. Those hostages are mine to ransom. You will not kill them.”
”Relax, Mungabe.” Now the Vulture's voice took on a soothing tone. ”The stick won't kill the pa.s.sengers. The weapon will disorient them. Only the weak and old will die with the first dose. It kills all on a double dose. I will tell my operative to hit everyone once, then wait to see if the Darkview agents reveal themselves. When they do, only they will be hit a second time.”
Mungabe liked the idea of weakening the enemy from the inside. ”Do it.”
44.
EMMA FINISHED LINING UP THE SMALLER BOXES. SUMNER AND Janklow completed their allotments before standing back as well. Clutch had left twenty minutes earlier to get an update on the pirate situation from Wainwright.
”Remember,” Emma said, ”ricin is odorless and colorless. What we're looking for are any vials that appear to have been tampered with, or any vials containing liquid different from all the others, or crystals rather than liquid. If you find one, put it aside. I have only three testing kits, so we'll test just the suspicious boxes. Ready?” The men nodded. ”Let's get to it.”
Emma slid her temporary fire mask over her head, turned it on, and bent to open the cartons. She still wore gloves but had removed the heavy work coverings, leaving the surgical gloves in place. She opened the top to find twelve sealed vials. She carefully removed each one, turning it back and forth before replacing it in its own little section. The first box looked innocuous. Each vial was in place, each contained the same-looking fluid, and each had a sealed top that appeared to be intact. She headed to the next, performing the exact steps. As she did, she cast glances at Sumner and Janklow. They worked with an efficiency that matched Emma's, and in silence.
Forty-five minutes later, she straightened. She'd completed her allotment and found nothing. Each vial appeared to be factory-sealed, and each contained liquid that was similar in color and amount. Nothing appeared to be out of the ordinary. Sumner finished his vials and stepped back. Janklow was last. He, too, stepped back.
”Nothing tampered with on my end. Yours?” Emma said.