Ghost Fall (CIA Ghost Series Book 3)

by Mike Ryan

  Ghost Fall

  By

  Mike Ryan

  Copyright © 2016 by Mike Ryan

  This book is a work of fiction and comes entirely from the mind of the author. Any similarities to any person, place, or thing is completely coincidental and unintentional. No part of this book may be reproduced in any way without the written permission of the author.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  About The Author

  Chapter 1

  Radivojevic was watching the beautiful blonde swimming laps around his in ground outdoor swimming pool. He was speaking in Slovak to one of his business partners at a glass table, having some drinks, when she got out of the pool. His eyes turned away from his partner as he watched the water glisten against her skin. The white bikini she had on didn’t conceal very much of her and had everyone’s attention. Even the three armed guards had their eyes on her. She walked over to the table, giving Radivojevic a sexy smile as she grabbed a towel off a chair.

  “Is this what you’ve been doing with your time, Andrej?” his partner asked. “Finding sexy woman for playtime?”

  Radivojevic smiled. “Can you think of something better to do with my time?”

  The woman came over to a table and leaned over, giving Radivojevic an ample view of her chest, as she planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

  “I’ll be waiting. Feel free to come back in even less.”

  The two men watched her walk away and into the main house. Radivojevic looked over to his partner, who was shaking his head. “What?” he laughed, throwing his hands up. “Who said living in exile must be a bad thing? Might as well enjoy it, right?”

  Radivojevic lit cigars for the two of them as they began talking about some business. He was one of the world’s leading arms dealers and wanted by several governments, with the United States leading the charge. Currently living in the southern tip of Switzerland, where it boasted a nice Mediterranean type of climate, he’d been hiding out there for a few months to try and lay low for a while. He’d been nearly killed several times in the past year, and was hoping that by going off the radar for a bit, attention would slide off of him and onto someone else.

  Since she’d been screened for weapons on her way in, the woman in the bikini went into Radivojevic’s private office, assuming she’d find a gun in there. She rifled through the desk drawers and finally found one. A Taurus PT111. It was a small gun that was ideal for concealment. The compact design along with a thirteen round capacity made it a great gun to tuck into a waistband. She put the barrel into the back of her bikini bottom and went into the living room where her purse was. She opened a secret compartment and took out an earpiece and put it inside her right ear.

  “You hear me, Cole?” she asked.

  “I got ya.”

  “Good. Where are you?”

  “Just took out the two guards at the front door,” he replied. “Making my way around back.”

  “There’s three guards out there. Radivojevic is sitting at a table with another guy. I can take them out. You concentrate on the others first.”

  “Roger that.”

  Cole had already disable the security cameras, so he had no worries about being detected. There were only five guards on the premises at the present time, with the other three being in the back. He maneuvered around to the back and threw his bag over a fence before climbing over it. They’d already previously scouted the property and knew that area of the fence had a couple of trees nearby that would conceal his movements. He unzipped his bag and took out the pieces of the rifle and quickly put it together. Cole put the scope on his rifle and identified his targets. Parker had gotten dressed and was waiting by the sliding glass door, behind some curtains, waiting for Cole to give her the word that he was ready. As she waited, her phone started ringing. It was Turner. She sighed and hit the ignore button, as she often did over the past month. Getting him out of her mind, she turned her attention back to the situation at hand.

  “Let me know when you’re ready, Cole,” Parker said.

  Cole made sure all three of his targets were clearly visible in their current location before giving her the word. The last thing he wanted was one to duck behind something and put Parker in danger. “I’m good.”

  “OK. Heading out. Wait till I’m standing by the table before you take out the first guy. I’ll take mine out when I hear the first shot.”

  Parker slid the door open and walked out towards the two Slovaks, who were still sitting there, drinking alcohol and smoking cigars. Radivojevic was clearly disappointed that she’d gotten dressed and was now wearing pants and a short sleeve shirt.

  “Oh, no!” he smiled, clapping his hands together. “What happened my dear? Why are you covering yourself up?”

  “I thought it’d be a little more fun for you to take it off me.”

  “Perhaps so.”

  “Do you think you could tear yourself away from your friend for a few minutes?”

  “A few minutes? Don’t underestimate me. If I leave now, he won’t be seeing me until tomorrow,” he laughed.

  Cole lined up his first target, hitting him in the center of the chest. As soon as the shot rang out, everyone snapped their heads to where it came from. Radivojevic and his friend made the fatal mistake of taking their eyes off the beautiful blonde in front of them. With their eyes off her, she easily withdrew the gun tucked inside the back of her pants, and aimed it at her target. As she did that, Cole took out the second guard. As the third guard tried to identify the sniper shooting at them, Parker was about to complete their assignment.

  “Please, let’s talk about it,” Radivojevic pleaded.

  “There’s nothing to talk about,” Parker replied.

  She unloaded three rounds into Radivojevic’s chest, knocking him backwards, his chair falling over. His partner stood up, only to get three rounds himself, all in his chest, instantly killing the man. Another shot rang out, Parker snapping her head back, only to see the third guard slumping down to the ground. She looked over at Cole who’d just emerged from the clump of trees by the fence. Parker then took another look at the two victims by the table to make sure they were dead. At that range, and with the amount of bullets they took, and being point blank chest shots, there wasn’t much doubt about it. They were dead. Cole made sure his three victims were equally as incapacitated before joining Parker by Radivojevic.

  “C’mon, let’s go,” Cole told her.

  “Need to get the camera for visual confirmation.”

  “Here,” Cole said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Take the picture and we’ll upload it to Burnett on the way to the plane.”

  Parker took a couple pictures of Radivojevic laying there and also one of his partner since she didn’t know exactly who he was. Maybe Burnett could ID him once she saw the photos.

  “All right, let’s get out of here,” Parker said.

  “Truck’s parked at the end of the driveway, out of sight.”

  The pair quickly exited the house and ran towards the black truck at the end of the driveway. As Cole drove towards the Lugano Airport, Parker uploaded the pictures from the phone onto a laptop and e-mailed them to Burnett. It was a very quiet ride as Par
ker spent most of the time just blankly staring at her phone. Cole could tell something was on her mind and he had a good idea of what it was.

  “You could just call him, you know,” Cole said.

  “What?” she asked, snapping out of her trance.

  “Turner. You could just call him.”

  “I have nothing to say to him. Everything was already said before.”

  “Look, I don’t know what happened to you guys since neither of you are talking about it, but it’s obvious you’re still thinking about him and have feelings for him.”

  “I’m not thinking about him,” Parker resisted.

  “Oh yeah? So why are you just staring at your phone?”

  Parker shrugged, “just in case Burnett calls.”

  “Oh,” Cole said, not believing a word of it.

  “And I don’t have feelings for him anymore.”

  “Oh. OK.”

  “Just drive.”

  Virginia--After a twenty hour flight and two layovers, one in JFK Airport in New York, and one in Atlanta, Parker and Cole were booked into hotel rooms near Langley. They got a few hours of sleep before getting on a video conference with Burnett. With their rooms next to each other, Cole called her to come over after getting word from their handler that the conference would begin in a few minutes. Once they were in place, they logged into the secure feed and waited for Burnett to arrive. A minute later she appeared.

  “First off, team, I want to congratulate you on a good job. It was a well executed plan that went off without a hitch.”

  “Thank you,” Cole nodded, smiling and proud of their accomplishment.

  Parker, on the other hand, looked rather disinterested. She had a blank stare on her face that indicated she wasn’t really interested in the conversation and she wasn’t interested in any praise. It’d been eleven months since the agreement she made with Burnett about her leaving. Though she was no longer with Turner, and after having several conversations with her handler, wasn’t sure she still wanted to continue with the agency in her current role. She’d gotten used to the idea of leaving, and even though the agency was still pressuring her to remain, she didn’t have the passion for it that she once did. She was still imagining what life would be like outside the CIA, and though it was sometimes a scary thought, she still seemed inclined to pursue a different life. But it was moments like these, when missions were completed, that she thought whether she should stay. After all, she was good at it. She was comfortable and used to the lifestyle. Maybe it was better to just accept that it was who she was and forget about any dreams she had outside of it. Especially since she didn’t have anyone anymore to share that life with. It was these thoughts that she struggled with every day in the three months that her and Turner had been separated. She had one more month to go before she made a final decision. Though Burnett hoped she would change her mind, and constantly talked to her about doing so, she’d honor the agreement she made if that’s what Parker wanted.

  “Any word about the other man with Radivojevic?” Parker asked, snapping out of her trance.

  “Yes. It was one of his top lieutenants, Drahoslav Novak. He was his third in command and a trusted friend. They were rarely seen together.”

  “So is the organization still going?” Cole asked.

  “It’s tough to tell at this point, being so soon, but our initial findings seem to indicate that we’ve dismantled the organization. The number two man, Gregor Nedved, could pick up the mantle and continue their dealings. But we’ve learned through other sources that the chatter is that he’s cancelled all business dealings in fear that we’re coming after him next. It’s likely he’ll lay low for a while.”

  “Guys like that…never stay away very long.”

  “Very true. And it’s quite likely that he’ll pick the business up again in a few months when he feels the heat has died down. If that’s the case, we’ll be there waiting.”

  “What’s next for us on the agenda?” Cole wondered.

  “Well, that largely depends on Alex,” Burnett said.

  “What? Why me?” she replied.

  “We’ve just received some disturbing news from some of our foreign intelligence allies from Russia. It seems that somehow, before he died, Heath Davis either met, or had some sort of contact with Darius Yevenko.”

  “What?” Parked incredulously asked. “No, that’s not possible,” she said, shaking her head. “We would’ve known about it if he did.”

  “Perhaps. Perhaps not. We didn’t have his exact whereabouts every second he was on the run, Alex. It’s quite possible he could’ve met with Yevenko. Or, maybe he met with one of his underlings. At this point, we just don’t know yet.”

  “What would he have met Yevenko for?” Cole asked.

  “As you know, Yevenko is one of the most powerful criminals in the world. The CIA, as well as MI6, and several other foreign agencies, have agents posing undercover within his organization. Those agents have been turning up dead over the past few months.”

  “I’m not sure I buy it,” Cole stated. “If Davis met with Yevenko and gave him that information, those agents would’ve been dead within weeks after he obtained that information. Why are we just hearing about this now?”

  “Because it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that our agents turned up dead. First, it was the SVR’s agents, then MI6, then ours. While we knew we weren’t the only ones to have penetrated his organization, we didn’t know the names of the others involved, and it wasn’t shared to us how deep the others involvement was. That information was only revealed to us recently, when we lost our own agents, that we started putting together a timeline, and backtracking their movements.”

  “Still not buying it,” Cole objected. “We killed Davis months ago. It wouldn’t take this long for Yevenko to rid himself of the moles. He’d have done it much sooner.”

  “Possibly. It’s also possible that Davis met with someone else who had a connection to Yevenko. Maybe Davis sold this third party the information, and that person sold it to Yevenko. We simply don’t know yet.”

  “Sounds more plausible.”

  “So what do you want us to do?” Parker interjected.

  “It depends on if you’re hell bent on sticking to your original timeline of leaving in one month.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “The original plan was to have agents inside Yevenko’s organization and take it down from the inside. From the ground up. If Yevenko has inside information that Davis provided him, it’s going to be incredibly difficult to continue in that quest,” Burnett told them.

  “Downright impossible if you ask me,” Cole responded.

  “Yes, well, the thinking has now changed.”

  “In what way?”

  “Instead of crippling them, the goal now is total elimination. We want them wiped from the map.”

  “How hard could that be? That won’t take a month to take down one guy,” Cole said.

  “We’re not talking about just Yevenko. If we just take out him, someone else will step up in his shoes. The goal is to eliminate the entire organization. This is not a one week assignment.”

  “So how big are we talking?”

  “His organization has ties in seven different countries. Canada, Mexico, Spain, Russia, France, England, and the United States. We want to eliminate each faction.”

  “Jesus.”

  “So in order to take each segment out, we need to eliminate the entire leadership group of each operation. Not just the top guy. If successful, this operation could take months. That is, unless you’re lucky enough to get everyone in one spot at the same time.”

  “Still doesn’t sound so hard,” Cole said. “As long as we know where they are, taking them out shouldn’t be so much of a problem.”

  “We’ll see,” Burnett replied. “What do you say, Alex?”

  “If this operations winds up running six or seven months, I can’t definitely say I’ll stay on for it. But if you want me to work on i
t for the next month and see where we stand, if we’re close enough, maybe I’ll see it through to completion,” Parker said.

  “That’s good enough for me.”

  “So where do we start?” Cole asked.

  “North of the border. Canada. I’ll send you the information on what we have up there.”

  “When do we leave?”

  “We’re still in the process of determining that,” Burnett said. “I would expect it to be within the next week. But since we’re still in discussions over the plan, that could change. I just wanted to give you the heads up to be ready.”

  “We will be.”

  Burnett ended the call and Parker and Cole immediately started going over the information that they downloaded.

  “This might take months,” Parker moaned.

  “Why’d you sign on? You didn’t have to.”

  “I don’t know. I guess I figured what else do I have to look forward to?”

  “Not sure about leaving?” Cole asked.

  “Thought I was. Now not so much.”

  “Because of Turner?”

  “No. It’s over with him. I’ve moved on. I’m just not as into this as I used to be. I mean, I’m still good at it. But it’s just not the same anymore.”

  “You’ve lost your passion for it.”

  “Yeah. I guess so,” she said.

  “That’s a bad sign. When that happens, it’s time to get out. Before you get yourself, or someone else killed.”

  “I know.”

  As they looked at the information on the computer, Cole pulled out his phone and grumbled.

  “What’s the matter?” Parker wondered.

  “Ah, it’s nothing. Forgot to charge my phone and the battery’s almost dead. Let me use yours for a second?”

  “Yeah,” she replied, taking her phone out of her pocket and handing it to him.

  “Thanks,” Cole said.

  Cole’s phone had a battery life of over sixty percent. He just wanted to use it as an excuse to check out her phone. He didn’t buy for a second that she was over Turner and wanted to browse through it to see if he could substantiate his guess that she was still hung up on him. He looked through the call logs but there was nothing there. Well, there were plenty of missed calls from Turner, but nothing going back to him from her. She usually erased any text messages every couple of days so that was empty as well. He went into her browser history and there it was. The last website she visited was Turner’s Facebook page.