Samurai Game (GhostWalkers #10)(4)
Author: Christine Feehan

“You usually prefer to meet in dark places,” he greeted. “What’s up, Sheila? You said it was urgent and you wanted to come somewhere very public. Is there some problem?”

“I don’t know,” she replied in a low voice. Behind her sunglasses her eyes moved restlessly, surveying the crowded shop. “Maybe. There have been unexplained accidents lately, and I don’t want to take a chance that you might be one of them.”

He had never seen Sheila shaken or he wouldn’t have taken the threat seriously. “I can take care of myself, honey, but thanks for the heads-up. I’ll be careful.”

She looked up as the waitress approached the major. He asked for coffee. Sheila waited until he’d been served before she leaned toward him again. “This is huge, Art, really huge. Orders are going to come down soon to send a team back into the Congo. The president has been asked to help get rid of the rebel problems of the current regime.”

Patterson sat up straight, a frown on his face. “How would Whitney know that? No one should know about that. Not even him.”

“He’s got ears everywhere, Art. He’s a very trusted man in many circles, and for them, his security clearance is still at the highest level. Until we prove his soldiers are the answer we’ve all been looking for, there will be skeptics and jealous enemies looking to bring him down. You know that. Look at your boss. He runs a GhostWalker team and yet he despises the man who created them.”

Art shrugged, in no way concerned. As long as Rainer didn’t approve of Whitney and his ongoing experiments with the women and soldiers, it meant a hefty paycheck for him at the end of the day. The major wanted Whitney beholden to him. Whitney still carried a lot of political clout in some circles and he could help further his career. The women always had been and always would be expendable. They had no families, Whitney made certain of that. As long as they were fed and clothed, who cared? Hell, no one even knew—or cared—that they existed. The sacrifices they made definitely enlightened the scientists, allowing great strides in the medical and military fields. Their lives had purpose, when, if not for Whitney, they would be useless to society, little leeches living off men.

Art took a slow sip of his coffee, savoring the taste, waiting for Sheila to make her bid. It was going to be good, whatever it was, he could tell. She was overly nervous and uncertain of how to present to him what Whitney required of him, which meant much more money than usual. He stayed quiet, allowing her to squirm, drawing out the silence between them.

Sheila cleared her throat. “One mine in the world produces a certain type of diamond and only once in a great while is one found. Whitney needs that diamond for a new weapon he’s working on for defending our troops. It’s an amazing weapon but not yet finished. Without that diamond, he can’t complete the project.” She leaned close, her blue eyes steady on his, very earnest. “He tried buying it, offered millions, but Ezekial Ekabela has the diamond. He took over that region of the Congo some time ago after his brother was killed.”

Art steepled his fingers and looked at her over them. “His brother was General Eudes Ekabela, the man who had both Jack and Ken Norton tortured. He was killed by a member of the first GhostWalker team. And I believe General Armine took over, not Ezekial.”

“That’s right,” Sheila said, but she squirmed and Patterson knew she was hoping he didn’t have that exact information in his head. “General Armine took over the rebel army before Ezekial could get into power, but he has a small group still loyal to him and he still holds that mine. He’s trying to cement his position as the leader of the army. Under Armine’s leadership, they’ve been pushed back. Ezekial Ekabela wants his army back and he wants the territory they lost back. He’s gotten his hands on a diamond that Dr. Whitney needs.”

“I don’t understand what you need from me.”

“The president of the Congo has asked our president for help.” She held up her hand. “Don’t ask me how I know. The order will be to go in and destroy the munitions and vehicles, and to assassinate both Armine and Ekabela.”

Patterson shook his head. He was always astounded by how much information Whitney managed to intercept.

“Whitney has been supplying arms and money to Ekabela, not a lot, but enough to keep him hungry and enable him to defend the mine against both Armine and the president. If the president gets that land back with the mines, we’ll never finish this weapon.” She leaned toward Patterson. “This one is important, Art. Really important. Ekabela is willing to trade the diamond to be put back in power. Along with that, he wants a GhostWalker. He wants revenge. He preferred one of the Norton brothers from GhostWalker Team Two—mainly, I suspect, because he couldn’t identify the one who killed his brother and Jack Norton wreaked havoc on his army, but Dr. Whitney persuaded him that was impossible.”

“I don’t understand,” Patterson said with a small frown. “What difference does it make to Whitney which GhostWalker he gives up if he’s giving one to Ekabela?”

“The Nortons are no longer expendable, especially Jack. He has children—twin boys. His brother is certain to follow his example soon. They need to train their children in survival, and Whitney is absolutely sure that they will. The Nortons are premium, elite soldiers and have proven their worth to the program over and over.”

“No doubt,” Patterson agreed, trying to look very sincere.

“We need a hero in the program and Dr. Whitney has selected Sam ‘Knight’ Johnson. It’s a terrible sacrifice he doesn’t want to make and, of course, it deeply saddens him, but in order to keep the program moving forward, sacrifices do have to be made. Of all the GhostWalkers, Sam is the most expendable. He can’t provide us with a child, and the children are more important than the soldiers.”

“I still don’t understand.”

“Johnson is paired with a woman of no use to the program. Unless Whitney can get him back, which is highly improbable, he will not accept another mate, so he’ll never produce a much-needed child.” She shrugged. “In any case, it was easy to persuade Ekabela that Sam Johnson was the man who killed his brother.”

Patterson stretched his legs out and took a casual look around the coffee shop. As usual, this popular café was packed. His hungry gaze automatically noted the women surrounding him. A harried mother who looked as if she needed a man to make her feel beautiful; a little mouse of an Asian woman who sipped tea and studiously read a book on Zen as she listened to music with an earpiece in her ear and tapped her foot to the beat; two middle-aged animated friends having fun, laughing together … so many types. He loved that about women—that there were so many to choose from and right here in this room there was a good cross-section. He turned his head to smile at Sheila. The conversation was going along very nicely.