Prime Minister from around the world. They were all anxious to ensure that America was still their ally and that President Russell would only improve their relationship. One call stood out from the others. He was not a head of state or government but President Russell knew that he held just as much sway.
“Ben, how are you my friend?” asked Russell.
“Mr President.”
Russell instantly noted that ‘Andrew my dear boy’ had been dropped.
“It’s good to hear from you. How are you?” enquired Ben.
“As well as can be expected.” Russell thought it best to play down his elation.
“Of course.” Ben was no fool and knew exactly how President Russell was feeling. He knew him better than Russell knew himself. “I know how close you and the President were.”
“Thank you, Ben.”
Formalities over, Ben turned to business. “A couple of quick updates for you.”
Russell was about to stop Ben in his tracks He was president and didn’t get involved in detail any longer but just as he was about to speak, he thought better of it.
“OK, shoot!”
“OK.” Ben could sense the reluctance. It seemed Russell was already getting a little over comfortable in his newly found position. “If you’d rather I updated somebody else, I would understand, Mr President.”
Russell realized that his tone had not hidden the feeling that that was now being beneath him.
“Absolutely not. I’m sorry, it’s just been a very long day.”
Ben was going to have to watch Russell very carefully. He’d give him a little while to settle down but it was important that he did not forget his place and who his real friends were.
“Firstly, I’m very relieved to say that we may have a lead on the nuclear weapon heading towards America and secondly I have an address you wanted.”
Russell ignored the lead and jumped straight to the address. “Baker’s address?”
“Yes, my operative’s no longer in the vicinity and with you being President, it removes some of the concern as regards Ararat. However, James Murphy’s a friend and I’d greatly appreciate your trying to save him.”
“I promise that we’ll send only the best people, rest assured.”
They ended the call and Russell called Johnson with the details, emphasizing that extra special care was required. It was extremely important that nobody, he emphasized, nobody, should be left breathing.
Ben made a call himself but his man wasn’t picking up. He left a message and hoped he’d get it in time.
Chapter 52
James Lawson could seriously do without having dinner with the French President but it had been planned some months earlier and Lawson was very keen to get his hands on a major French utility company. The deal was worth billions and the payback in synergies within his own organizations was being measured in months. It really was too great an opportunity to miss.
He had spent the last hour calming down John Mellon. The death of the President was as great a shock to the Horsemen as to everyone else and had certainly made their plan almost impossible. Russell would, as Mellon put it, prefer to have a tree hugging leftie lesbian than him as a running mate in the coming election. Mellon had been assured of his place as President as long as everything had run to plan. This was definitely not to plan. A conference call had been arranged with his counterparts and all five came on line as planned. He wondered at the technology. He was flying almost 600 mph and 40,000 feet in the air but could still video conference, it was beyond him.
“How’s the new jet, James?” asked Koch.
“Very nice, glad I went for the 650, just a little more comfortable and certainly faster than the 550.”
Harkness did not rise to the bait. He had just ordered a Gulfstream 550 himself.
“Gentlemen, what the hell are we going to do?” Mellon was in no mood for the one-up-manship bullshit.
“He obviously outflanked us. I’ll give him that,” offered Hathaway.
“Personally, I didn’t think he had the balls,” said Koch who knew him best.
“I don’t think he has,” suggested Lawson, the first to put any doubt as to Russell’s guilt on the table.
“You don’t think he did it?” asked a surprised Harkness.
“I know he didn’t do it. There is no way Andrew Russell grew enough balls to take down a sitting president. Jesus, he almost wet himself over the Baker fiasco.”
Silence followed as each of the attendees considered the viewpoint. It was Mellon who broke the silence.
“That, my dear friend, is exactly what we need to find out. While Russell has someone like that at his side, we’ll be sidelined.”
“Sidelined!” exclaimed Koch angrily.
“Absolutely.” Lawson was not one of the world’s richest businessmen for no reason. He read people, understood how their thought processes worked and used it to his advantage. “Trust me, you put a call into his office and I guarantee you the little shit will be too busy to see you.”
“Never.”
“We’ll see but anyway once we find out who did it, we need to take them down and we’ll get our pawn back.”
“Now gentlemen, if you don’t mind, I need to grab some shut-eye before I land. Good evening.”
Half an hour later, Ben Meir was reading through the transcript of the videoconference. He had been keeping an eye on the Horsemen for some time and had his comms team keep a close eye on anything they got up to, particularly as a group. Ben knew the whole sordid detail of their plan to make Mellon VP and ultimately President. He of course had no intention of allowing the right-wing fascist to come anywhere near the presidency. It was Mellon who would have an unfortunate accident, not Russell.
Ben had been reliving his call with Russell and it had made him very uneasy. The change in his demeanor had been obvious even over the phone. However, if what the Horsemen believed were true, it meant Russell had not turned, as Ben had thought, entirely to the dark side but it did mean that Russell probably unwittingly was going to be beholden to whoever had made him King. The Kingmaker was the person Ben worried most about and it was he that Ben would have to ensure was dealt with very soon. Otherwise, everything he had planned for Ararat could be in jeopardy.
Ben picked up the phone. He needed to know exactly how the president had died and more importantly, who was there at the time of death.
Chapter 53
It had taken them the best part of a day to get there but at last the house lay before them. It had been over a thousand miles, by plane, car and foot, by far the hardest part. Neither of them were used to the thick mountain wilderness and would have more than a few scars to show for their efforts.
“So, at any point, are you going to tell me what we are doing here?” asked Zak, just a little frustrated at the lack of trust being shown by the Sheikh. In fact, the Sheikh had told Zak to call him Benny, it sounded Italian and would cover his middle-Eastern looks without sounding Muslim.
“Let’s just say that through my contacts, it has come to my attention that in that house is the Secretary of Defense.”
“And?”
“We’re here to get him!”
The Sheikh removed his backpack and emptied its contents in front of them. There were two pistols, a few stun grenades, two pairs of Night Vision Goggles and a length of plastic explosives for blowing open doors.
Zak was somewhat surprised by the last few hours and couldn’t help wonder out loud. “I didn’t think you got
