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They were doing a stellar job on the naval contract. Delivery early and under budget—that was always her goal, and her success had made her shipyard renowned throughout the world. When this contract was done, she knew the navy would come begging for more. And she whispered, as she always did, “You taught me well, Father.”
She’d loved the shipyard from the moment her father, Sir Atlas Giltrow, had carried her on his shoulders when she’d been a little girl of five. Even now, as she looked out over what her father had built and what she’d added to their legacy, she felt humbled. After that first day, her father had brought her with him every day. She remembered so clearly that first steel monstrosity, the skeleton of a monster, she’d whispered to him and he’d laughed and told her to keep watching. And she had. Every day the skeleton added flesh, larger and larger, until she believed it would reach the sky. And when she’d seen that incredible ship sail out of dry dock, she’d known she wanted to be like her father. She wanted to build ships.
By the time her father died, Paulina had earned an engineering degree, married Paolo Vittorini, an Italian shipping magnate, thus combining the power of their two families, and was on her way to leading one of the most successful shipbuilding firms in the world.
Her son and daughter would follow her. She whispered into the furious wind, “You would be so proud, Father, I’m going to help save a country.” Well, she would, once she helped deploy into Africa the drone army Roman Ardelean had built. Her name would go down in history as a visionary, a patriot, a humanitarian.
She already had supplemental arms on board the ship to accompany the drones, ready to go. But where were her drones? She’d paid Barstow months ago, two massive installments, 150 million each time. He assured her the drones would be coming, several times, telling her Ardelean had run into a few design problems but not to worry. But they still weren’t here. She would call him again, and this time she wouldn’t accept any more of his excuses for Ardelean.
Her assistant, Sabriel Coes, came to her side. “Ma’am, we have to go. You’re speaking at the Women in Engineering awards luncheon in an hour. I have seen to your luggage on the plane. Following the luncheon, you will fly to Rome.”
She took one last glance at the frigate, wondered once more, Where are my drones?, and started for the car.
The sting in her neck was brief, and she swatted at it. “Ouch! What was—”
Sabriel watched her boss go down, hitting hard on her side, her hair whipped loose by the wind, now covering her face. What had happened? She ran to her and went down on her knees, suddenly afraid. She smoothed the hair from her face and screamed when she saw the froth coming out of her boss’s mouth.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
MI5 Headquarters, Home Office
Thames House
12 Millbank
Westminster, London
Nicholas carefully put the bug on the desk.
Mike eyed it, gave Nicholas a small salute and a grin. She said in a laughing voice, “You know, I haven’t had anything to eat for hours. And Adam certainly hasn’t had a chance for anything healthy. You promised you’d find me pizza. Let’s eat. Harry, do join us.”
Harry said, “Pizza, or curry? I think we know where I stand on this.”
“Curry it is, then,” Nicholas said, winding his finger in the air. “Let’s go.”
Harry shut and locked his door, wrote a note—DO NOT ENTER, COMPROMISED—and another for Ian, whose face went white—FOUND ANOTHER BUG, GET IT HANDLED. GOING OFF-SITE TO DISCUSS—and they headed out into the street.
“We’d better follow through,” Nicholas said. “There’s an excellent restaurant, Millbank Spice, down the way. They usually need reservations, but with you with us, Father, I’m sure we can get in.”
At the restaurant, they were immediately seated at a table for four by the window. They placed orders for samosa, chicken tikka, and tandoori prawns, which Nicholas knew were his father’s favorite.
When the waiter weaved off through the tables, Adam was the first to speak. “Any idea what happened? How did a bug get through the sweep?”
Harry was already shaking his head. “Impossible. Simply impossible. A bug like that, I’ve never seen anything like it. The technology we have isn’t capable of detecting it.”
“Which means everything we spoke about with Ardelean is in our enemy’s hands. This isn’t good. First, Ardelean’s company is hacked, then someone listens in on our conversation.”
Harry said, “I need you to figure out who’s behind the three assassinations, Nicholas. My group will handle investigating Ardelean and his possible enemies.”
Nicholas fiddled with his napkin. “I have a feeling they’re tied together somehow. I’m willing to bet someone was using MATRIX to spy on the Security Services and the victims. And if they’re using Radulov software to do it, then Ardelean is a target, as well. We need to make sure he isn’t murdered before we figure all this out.”
Mike said, “We need a safe place to meet. If MI5 is compromised from within—”
Harry nodded. “Should it become necessary, we have a safe house that will do. It’s in Bayswater. I’ll have it prepared.”
There was a television in the corner of the bar, and Mike sensed rather than saw heads begin to turn. A jolt of adrenaline went through her. Not again.
She pointed to the television, where a red bar along the bottom screamed News Alert.
