Blood of the Assassin (Assassin Series 5) (14 page)

“Not even a hint, sir? Nothing you want me to bring?”

“No. Just yourself. It’s going to be long hours, that’s all I can tell you.”

“No problem, sir. I’ll be out the door in a few minutes,” Briones assured him.

Cruz disconnected and reclined in his executive chair, staring into space. He had thought long and hard about bringing Briones into this, but on balance had decided to include him. He had as much experience from the
El Rey
attempts as Cruz did, and sometimes his perspective was valuable. Looking at the dearth of information they had to work with, they would need all the insight they could get. He just hoped that Briones could put his history with
El Rey
behind him. It was a chance Cruz had to take, although he had misgivings at just how much Briones could compartmentalize. After all, he’d taken one of the assassin’s bullets – Cruz knew from harsh experience how difficult it was to forget something like that.

He rose and moved to a small table in the corner of his new office and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee from the pot he’d brewed upon arriving. He had to give CISEN credit – everything he’d asked for was there: equipment, supplies, and a subtle security presence in the lobby consisting of four hard-looking men, their concealed pistols bulging through their dark, loosely tailored suits. Cruz supposed if you had an unlimited budget like the intelligence agency did and literally no restrictions on how you spent it, you could afford the best. He contrasted the computers at his headquarters with the new systems sitting in the common area and decided there was no comparison – his task force gear was coming up on three years old and showed it, whereas these systems were cutting edge technology.

His thoughts turned to Dinah and the fight they’d had the previous night. He could appreciate her perspective, but things weren’t as black and white as she had made them out to be. She wasn’t seeing the big picture, and was so focused on her hatred for
El Rey
that it was coloring everything else. But he had faith that she would cool down, given some time. He knew her pretty well by now – she wasn’t volatile and had a level head on her shoulders. She would come around, he was sure. She would think it through, consider the safety issue, the retirement benefits, and arrive at the same conclusion he had. It was a lousy situation, but there weren’t a lot of alternatives, and when push came to shove, she’d support him.

Which reminded him that he couldn’t put off the call he’d been dreading any longer. Procrastination would take you only so far, he thought, as he slid his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a local number.

When the assassin answered, it was with that eerie calm voice that Cruz was already learning to hate. “Yes?”

“We’re getting set up. The offices are ready,” Cruz said.

There was no response, the faint hiss of a cell line the only noise.

“I was thinking that you would want to come in and go over the intelligence as it arrives.”

“Intelligence. I see. What have you gotten so far?”

“Nothing besides what was in the file, yet. But the team will be assembling by ten.”

“That’s nice. Maybe order breakfast. As for me, there’s nothing I can do without more information.”

“You can study the location of the accord signing and meet your fellow team mates.”

More silence.

“
Capitan
, I don’t have any team mates. I have an assignment I don’t want, with a group of inept cops who couldn’t find their asses with both hands. I’d just as soon skip the prayer meeting. Call me when you have something more substantial.”

“Fine by me, but that wasn’t how CISEN thought it was going to go. Have you informed them you won’t be participating? I didn’t get the impression that was an option, although I’m overjoyed to hear that we won’t be rewarded with your presence...”

The assassin waited a few beats. “If I see you, I see you.”

“Here’s the address.” Cruz spat out the building number and street, then hung up.

It was pretty obvious to him that he wasn’t going to be getting a Christmas card from
El Rey
. That was fine. There was no love lost on either end. He sipped his coffee and considered the morning’s agenda. Meet with everyone, give them marching orders, and start coordinating with immigration and the security teams that were going to be responsible for the delegation’s protection. If they were lucky, the German would be picked up at one of the ports of entry – his first order of the day would be to get the name and photo onto watch lists at every airport and border crossing point in Mexico, although he wasn’t optimistic. The cartels moved hundreds of tons of drugs, cash, and guns across the borders without detection every week, and there were just too many crossing points to manage effectively.

He flopped back down in his chair and jiggled the new wireless mouse, activating the computer monitor, and tried not to sink into a pit of despair before the hunt had even started. It was hard, because as he knew from trying to stop
El Rey
, the search for a single, skilled professional was incredibly resource and labor intensive, with a slim chance of success. If the odds had been better, then his last two run-ins with
El Rey
wouldn’t have turned out the way they had. As it was, both had been successes from the assassin’s standpoint – he had reached his target both times, even if circumstances had colluded to save the president’s life.

The ugly truth was that a determined pro could almost always outflank even the most dedicated and conscientious security. It was simply impossible to safeguard against every eventuality. That was the dirty secret of security teams the world over, reinforced by assassination attempts against even the most protected men on the planet – Kennedy, Reagan, Sadat. A killer with enough motivation was every team’s worst nightmare, and for good reason, as Mexico had seen on both of
El Rey
’s attempts. Now, for the third time, Cruz was faced with the grim duty of trying to keep the unthinkable from happening, against impossible odds, with almost no time and precious little information.

Other than that, it was shaping up to be a good day.

Over the next hour Cruz’s handpicked men arrived, and he greeted each newcomer and gave him a quick rundown on why they were there, promising to provide a more detailed briefing at ten o’clock. Each had worked with Cruz for years and were seasoned veterans of the drug wars, having run countless operations, most of which had been successful. Their countenances were grim at the news that they would be working on an assassin hunt – all had been involved in the attempts to bring down
El Rey
, and they remembered how those had played out. The assassin’s eventual capture had been as much luck as anything, and everyone knew it, in spite of the media’s portrayal of a crack team that had performed flawlessly.

Cruz glanced at his watch at ten, the group waiting expectantly in the common area, and decided to delay the meeting for a few more minutes to give Briones a chance to arrive. He, of all of them, had been instrumental in the prior operations, and Cruz knew that he could have encountered some unexpected delays at headquarters while setting up the link. In the meantime, he issued terse instructions to the technicians wiring up the communications center and networking the computers together – a team from CISEN that went about their business in silence, working efficiently.

Their CISEN liaison, Claudio, appeared five minutes later, looking like he’d just fallen out of bed, followed closely by Briones, who appeared harried.

“Who are the goons in the lobby? They aren’t ours, are they?” he asked as he set down his soft black nylon briefcase.

“No. Courtesy of CISEN, our generous benefactor in this operation. Although I think I’d like two of our own to augment them. I’ll need extremely tight-lipped, dependable men. Can you see to it?” Cruz asked.

“Of course.”

“Round the clock shifts, eight hours apiece, two men per shift.”

“I’ll attend to it immediately.”

“No, after the meeting. You won’t want to miss it.”

“What’s this all about, sir?”

“You’ll find out shortly.” Cruz looked at the gathered officers, some sipping coffee, some munching on breakfast rolls that had been thoughtfully provided. “All right. Let’s get this over with. Everybody into the conference room.”

Once the gathering was seated, he stood at the head of the table and gave them a fifteen-minute presentation, including everything he had been provided by CISEN. When he was done, the room exploded in discussion. Cruz waited until the initial flurry had died down and motioned for quiet.

“Before we wind this down, are there any questions? I don’t want any confusion. We’ll be working very long hours. Lieutenant Briones will be the number two man if I can’t be reached. You have complete authority to commandeer any resources you think you require, from any agency. If you encounter any resistance, let me deal with it. But we can’t afford bureaucratic delays, so don’t screw around or try to massage anyone’s ruffled feathers. They either cooperate, or I’ll get involved, and if necessary, run the issue all the way to the top. We’ve been given carte blanche by the president to do whatever’s necessary to stop this, so there is no higher authority,” Cruz told the room, catching each man’s eyes as he spoke.

“How are you thinking we should proceed with the border checkpoints? They’re notoriously lax, even if we raise the alert level to emergency status,” Briones asked.

“That’s one of the problems we have. It’s not practical to staff each point with additional
Federales
, so we’ll have to rely on whatever is currently in place. Besides which, the chances that we get lucky and catch him as he enters the country are slim to none. But we have to try,” Cruz said. “I want the German’s information circulated to immigration within the hour, and anyone even slightly resembling him questioned more intensely. Guillermo, what’s deployment of the identification cameras like?”

Guillermo, one of the older officers in the room, shifted uncomfortably. “It’s a joke. Only a few of them are active, and the system is plagued with problems.”

“I thought the system was supposed to be active a year ago?”

“It was. Welcome to Mexico. It’s been a never-ending stream of issues. Equipment theft, problems with connectivity, software issues. Long story short, it’s not operational.”

“How are we supposed to have a chance of catching him at the border if we can’t access the data in anything resembling a timely fashion?” Claudio blurted. Everyone stared at him, and then Cruz spoke softly.

“We’ll just have to do it the old-fashioned way, which is grossly inefficient and further reduces our odds. But we’ll work with what we have.” Cruz paused, then cleared his throat. “One final thing. We’ll have a specialist working with us, courtesy of CISEN, and that may present some difficulty for a few of you. I’m going to ask that you put your personal feelings aside and focus on your duty, not your emotions. Trust me when I tell you that this was extremely unpopular with me, but it’s a done deal, and isn’t to be questioned. And it could turn out to be an advantage for us – at least that’s what the experts have decided.”

The men exchanged puzzled glances, and then a dark-complexioned man in his forties with a face like a losing prize fighter raised his hand. “Who, sir? Who is this mystery man we’re going to have problems dealing with?”

Cruz sighed. “You know him by his professional name.
El Rey
.”

Half the group was too shocked to speak, and the others uttered stunned exclamations.

Briones went pale, shaking his head. “Is this...is this some sort of a joke, sir?
El Rey
working with us? How? Didn’t he escape from prison?”

“It’s a long story, but the essence of it is that he now works for CISEN, and received a full pardon for his crimes.” Loud voices protested the announcement, and several of the men cursed, visibly outraged at the news.

“He works for CISEN? The man who tried to kill the president...how many times?” Guillermo barked.

Cruz allowed the men to vent for thirty seconds, and then spoke in his calmest voice. “Look. I don’t like this any more than you do. But it’s done. The authority comes from the president, who has the ability to do what he deems best for the country. And apparently having
El Rey
working for our intelligence agency is what he thinks is best,” he said, looking at Claudio, who squirmed as the other men turned their attention to him – the only CISEN representative in the room.

“I had nothing to do with any of this. It was decided over my head. It’s above my pay grade. But what
Capitan
Cruz says is true. This has everyone’s blessing, and the thinking is that it takes one to find one. Remember that in addition to all his sins, he’s also the best assassin anyone has ever seen. That can’t be discounted.”

“As much as I hate to say it, after having the night to think about it, CISEN’s right. We don’t have a lot to go on, so we need any edge we can get. So I’m going to ask all of you to park your objections and do your jobs. If you can’t, speak up and I’ll find a replacement for you – you can go back to headquarters and resume your duties, and I won’t hold it against you. But I’ll be disappointed, because I personally chose each of you. You’re the best we’ve got. Having said that, I’ll understand perfectly if you won’t do it,” Cruz said.

The men grumbled, but Cruz could sense that he’d won the round. Nobody quit, which was positive, even if not much of a victory.

As the meeting broke up, Briones approached Cruz, a look of confused concern on his face.

“Do you really believe this is best, sir?” he asked quietly, obviously struggling to keep his tone even.

“I have my orders, Lieutenant. I wasn’t given a lot of options.”

“You can always choose to decline the job, sir.”

Cruz studied him before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “Who better to lead this group, Briones? Who has more experience chasing assassins than we do? Nobody. If I walk away from this, it would not only be a slap directly in the president’s face, but it would decrease the odds of success in an already awful situation. How could I live with myself if the Chinese leader was slain on Mexican soil because I let my misgivings interfere with my duty?”