CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY
Simon Kent aka Mitchel “Mitch” Mason
He sat at the head of the long table in the small conference room attached to his hotel suite and looked around his 8 man team. Well, 7 men and 1 woman, team.
He trusted his men implicitly, unfortunately he had reservations about the woman, Dalia Mitchellson aka Strange. Reservations regarding her being a part of this operation. Ever since the disastrous mission against the Harrisons in Cape Town she has been restless. And she’s been monitoring Griffin “Spider” Walker, illegally.
Their orders had been clear, cut ties and do not reconnect.
Their security specialist had brought him the proof and he had chosen to sit on it.
He had owed her for getting him out of SA to the ICI facility in London. A facility where he received treatment for his injuries and psychological help for the trauma he had suffered under Winifred Harrison’s less than caring hands.
Unfortunately keeping it from his superiors had backfired. They added her to the team because she had experience with their targets. The Iron Dogz MC and to a lesser degree, Dominick Maingarde.
“Good to see you’ve all arrived without trouble.” He pointed at the file folders in front of each operative. “Inside those are your orders from the Director, she wants this op handled as quietly as possible. I have orders to reassign an operative if he or she becomes a liability to the operation. We’ve been sent here to observe, investigate and report back. Our orders are clear, there will be no infiltration attempts at this time.”
Of course Dalia was the one rocking the boat.
“That’s stupid. I can get right inside by using my connections to Kellen Paxton and Griffin “Spider” Walker. Kellen can get me close to Gideon Acheson and Spider is the club’s money man. He’s the man who knows exactly where the money goes and to whom.”
Damn it to hell, it was time.
Time to enforce his leadership position.
“You will follow the directives as issued by the Director. If at a later date we find we need your connections I will discuss it with the Director.”
She did not like it.
Not at all. After a tense silence she gave him a short nod in acceptance.
He was going to have to watch her like a damned hawk. Her fixation on Spider Walker was going to be a problem, a big one.
His gut told him their investigation wasn’t going to deliver any results.
The Iron Dogz MC ran clean, or as clean as a bunch of supposedly reformed outlaws could possibly be. Dominick Maingarde’s organisation wasn’t clean, but he knew the man would never deal in narcotics or flesh. Arms? Maybe, but they had no proof.
And that’s why they were here.
To find the proof linking The Syndicate, Iron Dogz MC and the Shadow Wraiths MC as the organisations who were running narcotics, humans and arms out of Cape Town.
How the Director could believe Maingarde would stoop to human trafficking was a puzzle he hadn’t solved yet, but he would.
For her to look at Maingarde meant she had received information that pointed fingers at him, his organisation and his allies. She even alluded that he was involved in financing terrorists. Absolute rubbish.
The only reason he had taken this assignment was to prove her wrong and to find out why Dominick Maingarde’s organisation was being targeted.
Maingarde would never get involved in shit like that.
He hadn’t while the Harrison bitch ran the organisation, so why would he now that he had taken over the Syndicate and was rid of her?
It made no sense, but he was good at solving puzzles.
And this was one puzzle he was honour bound to solve.
He owed Dominick Maingarde his life.
This op will help him prove Dom and his allies were being wrongly accused, that there was another player on the field.
Dismissing the meeting he gathered the folders and locked them in the safe.
The tracker he had on Dalia’s car beeped.
As expected she had gone directly downstairs to the parking garage. Taking out the burner from where he had hidden it he sent a text.
On the move. Prepare.
Simon had no idea which man she was going to approach first.
What he did know was that neither man would welcome her back into their lives.
By now they knew she wasn’t the surfer she claimed to be.
Not even arriving in Cape Town as the winter storm season started bringing in storm fronts and big waves would she be able to convince them she was in the city to surf.
The woman was going to be a fucking problem.