The Asset by A.P. Bateman

 The Asset

The Asset (Alex King #10) by A.P. Bateman
English | 2020 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB| 2.9 MB

A P Bateman is the author of ten novels, with five of his titles reaching No1 in Amazon’s paid top 100 categories.

When a deniable mission to infiltrate Albanian and Russian organised crime is compromised, the Security Service distance themselves ahead of political fallout leaving their missing operatives off the grid with no clue to their status.

Alex King is re-evaluating his options after a rogue mission has cost him his career. He has sworn to leave the shadowy world he knows behind, but to do so would mean the fate of his closest friend will remain a mystery. He has questions, but the answers lie with an asset who had been supplying MI5 with information from within the inner circle of the Russian mafia.

With the Russian mafia on one side and the Albanian brotherhood on the other, getting the asset out is just the beginning in what will be a dirty war fought against a ruthless enemy who have no limits and hold all the cards.

Simon Mereweather shrugged. “You’re losing the fight against illegal weapons coming in. And you’re certainly behind the crystal meth wave. It’s a bloody tsunami, to be frank. And it only relies on meth cooks and chemicals. There’s no chain to be broken like bringing in cocaine, opium, or heroin. It’s a straight up chemical concoction, and Russia produces all the chemicals needed with an unlimited reservoir of resources. The only thing you can fight is the suppliers. And if you strike hard enough, you’ll cut the source entirely. People aren’t in a hurry to die, no matter how much money is involved.”

The police commander shook his head, perplexed. “If we can stop the flood of weapons and drugs, just for a few months, then we can get a foot hold and start pushing back.”

Amherst nodded. “You need breathing space. We all do. That’s why it was a godsend having all those ISIS fighters in one place in Iraq, and later in Syria. When the military war on terrorism was at its height, we could get back to hunting down the terror cells at home. The soldiers and drones and tank shells thinned out the numbers for us and the ideologists all went out to the desert to spill their own blood.”

The commander took a sip of coffee and placed it back down on the table between himself and Simon Mereweather. “I feel this snowballing, somewhat,” he commented nervously. “I came to ask if our budgets and joint interests could align in some way to cut these threats at the source, and now I feel that your answer would be simply be to eliminate the threat, rather than help police it.”

“Well, there’s nothing simple about it,” Mereweather interjected. “In fact, be under no illusion that to venture onto their turf, to Albania and to Russia, and destroy what mafia families and brotherhoods have taken generations to build, or what former KGB spies have done to get to the top of the pile and the body count in doing so, will be a damned sight more difficult to take down than to attempt to police it.” He paused. “And you wouldn’t get far policing it, either. Interpol have tried. One of our operatives did two secondments with Interpol to fight female trafficking for the sex industry. All she got for her trouble was heartache and misery and a handful of saved souls, when hundreds got through and were never seen nor heard of again.”

Ramsay leaned forwards, his hand held up in much the same manner as one would summon a waiter’s attention. “If I may just say…”

Amherst nodded. “Go on, Neil.”

Ramsay looked at the commander and said, “What I think needs making clear, is that we are not thinking about sending Rashid off with a sniper rifle and other agents kitted up for a level of Call of Duty.” He smiled and looked around, but nobody seemed to share his humour, nor knowledge of gaming. Unperturbed, he said, “It’s more of a game. A long game. But a game, nonetheless. It would take months to set in motion. But the long and the short of it would be intelligence gathering, classroom-based scenario building, field training in clandestine techniques and surveillance and then on the ground surveillance in the enemy’s territory. From there, we’d work on getting close to the enemy. Infiltrating the organisations or setting those organisations up.”

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