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Back The Asset
Chapters (86)
  1. Foreword
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  86. Afterword

Camaro: KIA

Rand Airport

Johannesburg, South Africa

Asset was onboard a Nextant 400XT charter jet taking off from a small airdrome east of Johannesburg. Flight was bound for Maputo, Mozambique. CIA satellite surveillance shows a lone actor two kilometers from the runway firing a surface-to-air missile at the jet. Local sources confirm the plane was hit by a Russian-made SA-7 Grail shoulder-held, heat-seeking missile. Both pilots and all four passengers, including Camaro, were killed in the explosion.

Suspects acquired: None

Special Operations Group Database

The third report was even shorter.

Hornet: KIA

Regent Street

London, United Kingdom

Asset struck and killed by a stolen London TX4 hackney carriage, crossing Regent Street at Tenison Court. London Police and MI5 in control of scene.

Suspects acquired: None

Special Operations Group Database

He held the fourth in his hand before reading it. It was the one he’d falsified. It was Lance’s only chance.

Mustang: KIA

Watergate Plaza

Washington DC

Asset killed in elevator at Watergate Plaza by multiple gunshot wounds. One assailant also killed. Scene in control of local police.

Suspects acquired: None

Special Operations Group Database

There was a knock on the door. Roth stood.

“Yes?”

“Your car is ready, sir.”

He put the four files in his briefcase and hurried to the elevator.

On the ground floor, he hurried by security and failed to return a greeting to the guard. His car was out front and he got inside.

“Watergate,” he said to the driver.

He stared out the window as they crossed the city. Everything was decked out for Christmas.

“You got holiday plans, sir?” the driver said.

Roth didn’t answer.

“Wait here,” he said to the driver when they arrived at the Watergate.

There were four police cars parked outside the building and when Roth entered, one of the police officers stopped him.

“I’m sorry, sir. You can’t go in right now?”

Roth showed the man some forged FBI credentials. The man stepped aside. In the lobby, the police had congregated around one of the elevators, a dead body was lying on the floor.

They didn’t pay any notice to Roth and weren’t too interested in the building’s security guard either, who was sitting at his desk, sipping coffee from a takeout cup.

“Did they ask for your security camera footage yet?” Roth said, approaching the security guard.

The guard shook his head.

“I’m going to need to see it.”

“It’s in the control room,” the guard said, pointing down a corridor. “It’s all stored remotely but the computers are down there.”

“What’s the name of the company?” Roth said.

“Let’s see,” the guard said, heaving himself out of his seat.