Chapter Nine
A cold rain fell on the isle of wright as a Bentley pulled up in front of a farm house. Brian Shaw came out of the barn and knock on the cars window. He stood there for a few minutes until the car door open and got in.
Brigadier general John Simms eyes had a friendliness about them, but Shaw was no fool. He felt that they needed him for something.
"I suppose that you are comfortable with what you are doing now."
"There's a few thing which could do some improvement."
"A job has come up and a couple of things besides you fit into the scheme of things."
"And why would I take it?"
"Cause it might interest you and it also involves a friend of yours."
Shaw stood still, not sure he heard right. Finally he said, "Who?"
"Dirk Pitt."
"You make it difficult to say no."
"Then say yes."
"I'll give it might best."
Simms rapped his knuckle against the dashboard. "Excellent!" He open the glove compartment and there was an envelope. "Your airline tickets, hotel reservation and the person you'll meet. You'll talk with her before seeing Pitt."
"Her?"
"You'll know her when you meet her." He shook his hand "I hope that it doesn't have the outcome that think it would. I do not wish to send someone who doesn't have the stomach to do the job but I have no choice and your it."
Ten minutes later Brigadier Simms said into a cell phone, "He's on his way."
"Does he know how dire it is?"
"I rather hope he didn't. Make it better for him to do the job."
" I wish didn't have to send a person to go along on the job that's been like a son to me."
"He'll need his help President Sandecker. He has no idea the incredible stakes at hand. It may well be that we thrown the two of them to the wolves.