“He does not seem to grasp the importance of this assignment,” Stieglitz said.
“Give the phone to him.”
Stieglitz handed the phone to Rovalev. “He wishes to speak to you.”
The Black Wolf smirked as he accepted it and put it to his ear. “And who is this?”
Seconds later his jaw sagged slightly and his face paled. “Yes, sir.” He seemed to become more erect, almost as if he were standing at attention. “Yes, sir, I understand completely... I am sorry for any misunderstanding, sir... I assure you, it will not happen again... Yes, sir, I shall do that... Thank you, sir. I look forward to serving with the utmost enthusiasm.” He nodded, as if this would be visible through the mobile phone connection, mumbled another apology and assurance, then blinked as he handed the phone back to Stieglitz.
Stieglitz placed it next to his ear.
“It has been taken care of,” the voice said. “Is there anything else?”
“No,” Stieglitz said. “Thank you, sir.”
The connection was terminated. Stieglitz replaced the mobile in its case and looked at the Black Wolf, raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He waited for the other man to speak. When he did, it was the apology Stieglitz was expecting.
Stieglitz nodded slightly, letting the gravity of the phone call weigh on the other man’s shoulders. Rovalev had been humbled, castigated, but perhaps he also surmised that he was to be an integral part of things. That would explain his initial audacity, so Stieglitz decided to come at him from a different direction, while still capitalizing on the advantage the phone call had wrought.
Perhaps it is time to appeal to this mercenary’s venality, he thought, now that the metaphorical wave of Kremlin authority has washed over him. Stieglitz allowed a slow smile to lift the corners of his mouth.
“I must admit,” he said, “you are everything I was informed you would be. I have reviewed your previous successes, especially in Chechnya and the Ukraine. I do hope, however, that your penchant for insolence does not override your ability to follow orders. As you now know, this is a matter of great importance to—” Here he paused again and allowed the Black Wolf’s imagination to complete the sentence. “Also know that you will be compensated extremely well once the plan has been completed.”
Now it was Rovalev’s turn to look pensive. His amber-colored eyes darted down, then back to Stieglitz.
“What is it you wish me to do?” the Black Wolf asked.
Stieglitz smiled. He had him now. Asserting dominance over a professional killer was always a bit tricky until you found the proper method with which to demonstrate it.
“Assemble your usual team of associates,” Stieglitz said. “You are to both guard and monitor a man. Two men, actually, but only one of them is significant to the plan.”
“And these two men,” Rovalev asked. “Who are they and what do they do?”
“That will all be explained shortly,” Stieglitz said. “For now, you need only know that one of them is in the diamond business.”
Rovalev nodded. “How soon do you need us?”
“Soon,” Stieglitz said. “Very soon. There is another slight matter to which you must attend to shortly. A loose end that must be tied up.”
The Black Wolf nodded and smiled. “That is one of my specialties.”
Domodedovo International Airport
Moscow, Russia
BOLAN AND GRIMALDI stood off to the side in a cramped room as custom officials went through every pocket and crevice of their luggage and equipment, which consisted of a couple of laptops, a camcorder and several cameras. The camcorder case had special compartments for secret pistols and other weaponry, but none was in the case at this time. There was only a large quantity of rubles, euros and US currency for traveling and bribing expenses. Bolan assumed that their weapons had already been delivered to the American Embassy by special diplomatic pouch. In the meantime, both he and Grimaldi stood by patiently and watched the thorough search.
Grimaldi yawned. “Let me know if you find anything. The tooth fairy might’ve left an extra quarter in there.”
The Russian customs agent turned to look at him. “Tooth fairy? Who is that?”
“My BFF,” Grimaldi said. “I give him a lot of business knocking guys’ teeth out.”
The customs agent frowned and went back to his search.
After finding nothing and reviewing both of their passports again, the agents allowed Bolan and Grimaldi to pass through the gate. As they mingled with the crowds moving through the massive airport toward the front entrance and the lines of taxis beyond it, Bolan did quick but comprehensive checks for any prying eyes or ears. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he took out his satellite phone and hit the app that detected any listening devices pointed at them. Finding none, he punched in the familiar number as they paused under the sloping archway that separated the main entrance of the airport from the adjacent aisles that contained the lines of taxis.
Brognola answered after the first ring.
“Greetings from Moscow,” Bolan said.
“Dobrobih vyeh-cher,” Brognola answered. “How was the flight?”
“Uneventful.” Bolan glanced at his partner. “Of course, if Jack had been at the controls it would’ve been a lot smoother and faster.”
Grimaldi grinned and shot him a wink.
“I hope he didn’t make an ass out of himself complaining to the flight attendants,” Brognola said.
“You know better than that,” Bolan replied. “Any updates?”
“Everything’s still on track, but don’t forget to pay your respects at the Embassy.”
“Roger that,” Bolan said. He knew Brognola was referring to the arrival of their weapons. Both men were used to using a code of sorts, even though the satellite phones contained the most up-to-date encryption devices available. Moreover, Bolan felt his current connection would be more secure than any of the phones at the American Embassy. It had been built by Russian construction crews and contained a myriad of listening devices embedded in every room. It was all part of the ongoing cat-and-mouse game. “Anything else we should know?”
Brognola sighed. “Maybe, maybe not. We just got word that Alexander Grodovich was released from prison.”
Bolan searched his memory of recent and past files. “The millionaire Russian businessman with purported ties to organized crime, right? He got sent up the river a couple of years ago.”
“Right. His release, which supposedly involved a presidential pardon, came out of the blue.” Brognola laughed. “Although the president must have been feeling magnanimous. He pardoned a few others, too, including those women’s rights protestors with the suggestive name. But we’re still wondering how this Grodovich thing is going to play out. So since you’re in the neighborhood...”
“We’ll nose around a bit,” Bolan said, glancing at Grimaldi. “I’m sure Jack wants to do some sightseeing.”
After promising to check back, Bolan disconnected and they hailed a cab at random. They had a rendezvous to make by twenty-one hundred.
As they got into the cab Grimaldi leaned back in the seat as Bolan gave the driver the address of their hotel. The man nodded and tossed his cigarette out the car window.
“Hey,” Grimaldi said as the vehicle took off with a start. “You know who we ought to look up while we’re here?”
Bolan said nothing.
“Natalia,” Grimaldi said. “What was her last name?’
Bolan