Red Station (Harry Tate, Book 1)
First within the brand-new Harry Tate mystery sequence - Having been made the scapegoat for a botched medicinal drugs intercept operation, MI5 officer Harry Tate is dispatched to ‘Red Station’, a distant outpost within the Balkans, ostensibly to prevent press scrutiny, yet the place in impact the protection prone ship ‘problem’ brokers they’d wish to be rid of. however the outpost is thrust into the overseas highlight whilst troops start massing within the region; and, because the scenario turns into more and more risky, Tate discovers the true, really stunning, objective at the back of ‘Red Station’ – and makes a decision to struggle again . . .
anyone had moved alongside the touchdown. He slid up and doing and padded via to the door. at the beginning he couldn’t pay attention something. Then he detected a moderate murmur, lifting out from someplace less than and wearing up the stairway. Voices. Mario the Roman photographer again from his project? Or viewers? He went to the window and peered down. a gloomy vehicle stood on the kerb. No signal of exhaust smoke, yet a guy was once status by way of the driver’s door, hip opposed to the bodywork. He wore a uniform jacket and had.
Road?’ Harry nodded. It used to be sincerely no longer her first time in this highway, so he sank again opposed to the door pillar and closed his eyes. He’d had one other stressed evening, haunted by way of photos of Parrish charging alongside the financial institution of the inlet and the guy in dreadlocks frivolously taking pictures him with a wood pole. The younger couple were status within the glare of the Land Rover’s headlights, outfits torn and bloodied by way of gunshots, applauding the result. He had woken in a confusion of sweat and shivering, attempting to.
Greedily, gulping down the water. whilst he used to be accomplished, he persevered. ‘There used to be one other bloke in Kosovo while, known as Latham. He was once a part of a deep-cover group, exact Ops, spending weeks within the hills.’ ‘Doing what?’ Harry notion he may possibly wager. ‘Hunting for conflict criminals. I knew him from years again. He was once consistently seeking to get transferred, hoping to go choice for distinct Forces. I by no means heard if he’d made it, but when he used to be in Kosovo doing that task, i assume he should have.
bought an online connection.’ ‘But somebody needs to be studying the messages,’ insisted Harry. He was once getting a headache, of the sort attributable to an excessive amount of techno-speak. ‘You acknowledged your self, Mace will get replies.’ ‘That’s correct. yet no one else does. I’ve by no means had one direct; i do know Clare hasn’t – she’s bitched approximately it frequently adequate. yet i assumed she used to be simply being snooty approximately wasting her position within the pecking order. All replies come via Mace. that suggests that whoever is tracking our messages purely.
not anything serious, yet sufficient to reason a stink if he’d long past public. He questioned what had prodded him into motion in spite of everything this time. There might basically be one solution. Harry Tate. ‘Ferris – is that him?’ Bellingham was once nonetheless chuntering on, and got here to an identical end. ‘He’s been getting very pally together with your guy Tate, I pay attention. Therein lies the true problem.’ Paulton stared at his contrary quantity and puzzled simply what number traces of conversation he had into pink Station. the fellow was once like a fats.