Chapters (76)
- COVER PAGE
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- DEDICATION
- AMIN
- PARIS
- … TWO YEARS LATER
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- EPILOGUE
They used the secured vehicle entry at the Cat, on Boulevard Mortier. The Citroën’s licence plates were scanned by cameras, and when the armoured doors swung open Templar drove the car into a bomb-proof box with cameras pointing up from the floor. Now they were trapped until the DGS guardians decided otherwise. A voice over the speaker system told the occupants of the car to wind down their windows and the two men in the front seats handed their IDs to one of the two blue-suited DGS men who approached. Templar told them that de Payns was without ID, so the second DGS man produced an iPad with a camera hooked on the top and took a photo of de Payns’ face, which was then scanned. The process took seven seconds and the DGS man was close enough that de Payns could smell the gun oil of his MP5, but not so close that he could grab the weapon.
‘OT number?’ asked the man with the iPad, referring to the officier traitant number that was issued to a DGSE operative when first commissioned. When de Payns’ answer matched with the DGS file, the security doors opened in front of the car and they drove into the compound.
There was a below-ground car park, where a lot of vans and motorbikes were housed, but Templar drove them alongside the lawn quad in front of the main three-storey stone building and around the side of DGSE headquarters to an outdoor car park.
The three of them walked into the employees’ area off to the side of the Cat’s secured reception. De Payns noticed the unintroduced man was physically fit, slightly taller than de Payns’ own one hundred and eighty-two centimetres, and carried a sidearm under his left armpit, making him a right-hander.
They entered the officers’ anteroom. De Payns walked to his safe, entered a PIN and retrieved his lanyard. There was a rule at the Cat: no swipe card, no entry. If you lost your swipe card it invited drawn-out interrogations from the DGS, who immediately suspected the employee of being compromised. It didn’t matter how you lost it, the replacement would see one hundred euros missing from your next pay packet—but only if the DGS allowed you to regain your clearance.