Fallen Angels – Chapter 11

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The phone call came four hours later.

Emily and Harry were in the INTERPOL conference room, Clyde Easter was on video conference along South African Ambassador's President, they were immediately connected to the INTERPOL in London as soon as Harry arrived.

This was no longer just MI-5 or INTERPOL jurisdiction; it was everyone.

The three Fallen Angels stood behind the camera away from the visual of those they did not wanted to be seen, of course.

Emily Prentiss, a pleasure to know you. The voice greeted her with a British accent.

"Who are you?" Emily inquired. "You know who I am at the moment, as an English gentleman, I'm sure you have an English manner too."

A pause.

Harry stared at her, afraid she had made a mistake; Clyde was frowning at her.

A chuckle came, Ah, you are truly a profiler. The FBI really lost a true asset when you left the BAU team.

Clyde was seen relaxed and grinning. Harry was still tensed.

"Again, I don't know you, how about returning the courtesy?" she said.

I am Amadi, I am a free man of my people of the oppressed Nation of South Africa. My people had foreseen this. You and your people have defiled my country, for this you shall die.

Emily looked at Harry and arched her eyebrows.

"Amadi, where is my godfather?"

He will be punished and made to see that it is not his place to free my people, he is not the blood of my people. I am.

"Amadi, what do you want?"

Your life for your godfather, Emily Prentiss.

"I want to speak to him, Amadi." Emily said.

That is not possible, you do not make demands, I do. You will come alone, no army, not the INTERPOL you surround yourself in. Or the British Intelligence…the so call MI-5. Harry Pearce and his people are not to come or you will not see François Bertrand again.

Harry leaned in as he was about to speak when Emily held her hand up and shook her head.

"Where, Amadi?"

Leigh on Sea, one hour. Remember…come alone or you'll never see Bertrand again.

Call ended.

"Where is this place?" Emily looked at Harry, she wanted to glance over at Lucas but knew Clyde and the others were watching her so she refrained herself.

"It's situated in the eastward from here." Harry informed her. "It'll take about an hour to get there." Lucas and Tom nodded to confirm.

"Amadi is clever," Emily said as she looked up at the video conference to the President. "He has not given us enough time to gather an army or any help. Clyde, it looks like I'm on my own on this." She gave him a cryptic look.

He returned with a dubious look and finally nodded, "All right Em. Do take care, love. I'll do what I can from here. Godspeed."

"Thank you Clyde." Emily nodded.

The President of SA spoke up and said, "Please Agent Prentiss, Mr. Bertrand is a key asset to our people despite this individual claims, he is important for the growth of all people of our nations. Return him to our country."

"I'll do all I can Mr. President. He is my godfather most of all."

"Then you understand he is also loved."

She nodded as the satellite connection ended.

Emily let out a breath. "It's on, Amadi." She muttered as she stood up."

The other three stepped forward as Tom began, "The jeep is loaded and ready, Emily."

Harry turned to them, "I'll be at the HQ monitoring with Malcolm, Godspeed to you all."

They nodded as Harry left the conference room.

Emily removed her shirt and revealed a black turtle-neck shirt as well as black tights with black calf length boots.

Hair in a pony-tail, Azrael was ready.

As were Sammael, Sentinel, and Lucifer as they left the INTERPOL building together and hopped into the jeep and Lucifer driving.

"What's in Leigh-on-Sea?" Emily asked him as they drove on while she slipped her tiny earpiece in her ear.

"Leigh-on-Sea is a small country peninsula perish, it's a picturesque town mostly for tourist and fishing port as it leads out to the North Sea."

"Why this particular location?" Emily asked more to herself. "Is there an airport there?"

"No but a dock where most fishermen docks their boats….oh, don't tell me…?" Lucas turned to look at Sammael who was sitting behind him and turned back around.

Tom leaned forward, "I agree, he must have traveled by sea and intended to get out of here by the same method. We need to cover the sea."

"Feel like a little dipping?" Lucifer grinned at him in the rear view mirror.

Tom glared back at him, "Sometimes I really hate you, mate. All right, I've got my water gear packed, just in case."

Lucas chuckled, "Catch some dinner while you're at it."

Tom shook his head as he ignored his jibe.

"I wish you'd be serious," Emily glanced at Lucas.

"Humor keeps me sane, Emily, and focused." He kept his gaze on the darkening road.

"I've learned his dry sense of humor the hard way too, Emily." Tom said from behind. "It cost me to lose my favorite gun in the muddy river in Kabul over a month ago."

"Yeah but I brought you back safely, didn't I?" Lucas pointed, he was not smiling this time as he recalled that particular mission where an army of militants were chasing them as they swam in that river in the dark where Tom was shot in the back of his shoulder which was the reason he dropped his gun but Lucas was there with him and managed to carry him and fought the militants before they were able to hide in the deeper part of the river and the militants lost them. They stayed submerged the rest of the night before they moved near day break and moved to safety and where they had hidden their jeep deep in the forest.

"Yes Lucas that was a close ops." Tom nodded. And they fell silent as Lucas drove on.

…...

There was a church built on the highest point of the town and Lucas parked next to it when they arrived, as the town closed for the night, it was quite dark except for a light house in the distant, shining its beacon in intervals.

The team put on their night vision goggles for a better night vision and began scanning around and they soon saw to their surprise two small boats near the dock, they counted ten Nairobians armed men milling about the pier and six in each boat. A white haired man in suit was talking to one of the men.

"Do you think that is Amadi?" Tom speculated.

Emily shook her head sadly as she removed the NVG from her head and sat down as she place a call.

"Why?" She asked simply. "What has my god father done to you?"

She was silent for a few minutes before she ended the call and staring at her phone and in a sudden burst of anger, she threw it against the concrete wall of the church and buried her face in her hands.

Lucas knelt in front of her and placed a hand on her knees, "Talk to me, babe."

Tom and Christine had walked around and stood by her side.

Emily nodded as she looked up in the dark sky before she turned to her friends and Lucas, "Amadi is James, my godfather's driver and manservant for the last 35 years. He was not a slave but a paid servant. Yet Ja…Amadi claimed servitude as oppression comparing it to apartheid the South African people are suffering and he aimed to free them all, just what my godfather had been trying to do but my godfather was not South African, he was French, he was not of the blood of their people."

"Emily, you use 'was' when you talk about your godfather, does that mean…?"

She nodded sadly, "Francois Bertrand suffered a heart attack brought on by this kidnapping half an hour ago, James just informed me."

"I'm so sorry, I know you loved him very much and you were very close to him." Lucas held her hand gently.

She nodded, "Thank you, and I'm going to avenge his death, Lucas." Emily stood up and walking to the back of the jeep, she took out a long weapon from a box but Tom stopped her.

"Hang on, Emily. What about recovering the body of your godfather?"

"James never took him out of the Consulate. His body is still in his bedroom but James is in that boat."

Tom nodded then released his hold and let Emily picked up the RPG and helped her load it.

Lucas grinned at her, "I love a woman with a big stick."

Emily turned around and winked at him as she walked to the edge of the hill.

"This is way too easy, you know." Christine noted. They looked at her, "It is. I mean, look at it, they're all there and we're here. Just one Nairobian faction, down there?"

Tom pulled out his cell phone and called Guardian, "Anything else on the Nairobian faction?"

INTERPOL just rounded several factions in Nairobi an hour ago. They have confessed, it's Amadi who's the leader.

"Thank you Guardian.

"Tom, look." Emily pointed. "They're pulling out."

The men on the pier were beginning to get in the second boat as the pilot of the first boat started the engine and began to drive the boat away.

"Okay, go ahead, Azrael." He said.

Emily nodded, and aimed the personal rocket at the first boat before pressing the trigger.

A second later, a fiery explosion sounded in the dock as the boat disintegrated into splinters.

Lucas had fired the second RPG and another explosion echoed from the dock.

The ones left on the pier tried to take cover as they looked about them in the dark but Tom with his sniper rifle soon took care of those on the pier.

"There are some in the water, Sammael." Sentinel said as she looked through her binoculars.

"Roger that, Sentinel." He reloaded his weapon and soon those in the waters were dead too.

"Any more?" He asked even though he was looking through his high powered scope but you can never be too careful.

"I think you got the rest of them, dearest." Sentinel lowered her binoculars and smiled at her husband. "We'll wait a while just to be sure."

Emily and Lucas were packing the RPGs back in its crate.

He then pulled her into his arms, "It's over babe."

She nodded, "Almost, I have to go to the Consulate…and I need to do this myself." She looked up into his eyes.

He nodded. "I understand, Emily." He leaned in and kissed her softly.

…

The next day the nation of South Africa was mourning its loss of their beloved Prime Minister François Bertrand who died from a heart attack. It made big news all across the British news as well as the primary countries of Africa. A grand funeral was planned in three days.

But before that, another news of a different kind made the British TV throughout.

The United States CIA had discovered that MI-5 head Harry Pearce was not involved in the death of its deceased CIA Director James Coaver as previously suspected. The real perpetrators, two former Russian KGB agents had been arrested and had confessed to his murder.

Thus, Harry Pearce was exonerated in Coaver's death.

But he still had to answer for his involvement in the top secret file being exposed to the Russians and the Chinese, the British parliament had filed a grievance of treason against Harry against the Crown.

The trial or tribunal as the Parliament had called it was a packed courtroom, luckily the media were not allowed within, and unfortunately neither its MI-5 members were allowed access as well.

But Emily, Luke Northern, Thomas Quinlinn, and Christy Dial had access and were watching the proceedings with interest and tension.

Harry revealed to the prosecution judge that the Albany file was actually a bio-engineered genetic weapon created by the British scientists ten years ago. The Russians found out about it and had tried to use the -5 members, mainly Lucas North but failed as they capture and imprisoned him for eight years before the British Intelligence was able to work an exchange program to get back their citizens. Now, eight years later, they tried to get Lucas North again to betray his agency into giving up Albany in exchange for the life of his now deceased girlfriend, Maya Lahan. Lucas North had no choice but to act on it as a life was at stake. He then forced Harry to give up Albany by kidnapping Ruth Evershed, another life was on the line;

Harry continued to explain to all that in truth Albany was a fake, shocking the Parliament.

The experiment was a total failure but they kept the file a secret anyways as a precaution. It has since been destroyed. Harry explained to them that because of an experiment that never was, so many lives had been lost needlessly. And now here he was, standing on trial for what? For something that never existed at all.

The Parliament had stepped out of the court room as they discussed Harry's fate.

Emily finally realized the truth of Lucas' fake death and why Harry as Enoch brought him back; because Harry still saw his ops usefulness, just like Tom Quinn and Christine Dale, all victims of political murder and witch hunts.

Harry was close to being one of them literally.

Well, not Emily; surprisingly Clyde had not pursue the matter of the Nairobi incident and how her secretary had been rescued. But she knew her reprieve was short-lived. Clyde was persistent if not relentless. He would want to know who were they, and he would continue until he got his answers.

Emily's attention was turned back to the court when she felt Lucas' hand tightened and she heard the rising murmurs from the audience surrounding their seats.

The judges had come back; they had arrived at their judgment.

"That was fast," Lucas muttered as he leaned in to her.

"Is that a good thing or bad?" Emily whispered.

He shrugged.

"Sir Harry Pearce, will you stand? The Crown has a verdict."

…

End of Chapter 11