Chapter 6
Taking notes furiously, Lloyd made sure he would check out the two names he'd heard. The
first must be an organisation or company but he'd never heard of Patterson and Jewel. A
few enquires back at the Cairo Station should sort that out. Stopping the computer program
from recording the room, Lloyd started to download the conversation from the hard drive
to a cd disc.
He put the name Patterson and Jewel on a scrap of paper, tucking it in his shirt pocket. He
startedthe program up again with a new blank cd to keep recording the hotel room down the
street. He put the newly recorded cd in his jacket when his mobile phone rang, causing Lloyd
to jump. He smiled at his own foolishness before answering the phone.
' Hello?'
' Marcus?' came a female voice on the other end of the phone.
' Julia?' asked Lloyd.
' Hey just a quick call to let you know I'll be in Cairo in two days.'
Lloyd's mind raced at this. The timing was wrong, he was so embroilled in this case he couldn't
let it just drop. He was too close to find an opening and couldn't wait for a few days before
following it up. ' Erm.. look Julia, this really isn't a good ti..' he started.
A laugh on the other end of the phone stopped him in mid sentance. ' Too late, Marcus. You
don't have a choice, I'll be there in two days.' The line then went dead.
Damn, Lloyd thought, this would ruin everything. He knew, however, he needed to get this
information to Cairo Station. He grabbed his jacket and headed to the door of his rented
room. The name on his mind was not Patterson and Jewel though, it was Donovan Grant that
ran foremost in his thoughts.
* * *
' Mr. Grant?' asked a voice behind Grant.
Donovan 'Red' Grant turned and looked at the man addressing him. He recognised him as
Kryzov, Klebb had mention him when Grant had worked with her years ago. Thinking of the past
his hand moved to his cravat covered throat, Grant feeling an old hatred swell in his
chest. Forcing it down he held Kryzov's gaze. ' Yes, Kryzov.'
Kryzov gave Grant a little bow, impressed that he knew whom he was addressing. ' I was
wondering if I could interest you in a little work.'
Grant solemnly shook his head. ' I'm in no need of a job.'
Kryzov handed Grant a Patterson and Jewel card with his name on. Grant looked at the card
giving a cold smile. ' I'm already onboard, Kryzov. You don't have to recruit me.'
Kryzov put an arm round Grant's shoulder and smiled back at the man next to him. ' Consider
this a little pleasure job before the off Mr. Grant.'
* * *
Lloyd flopped onto the bed in his apartment. He'd stopped off to get washed and changed before
he went to the Cairo Station. He pulled the towel off his waist, slipping into a pair of light
cotton slacks and a light blue cotton shirt. He ran a comb quickly through his hair, before
making his way to the front door of the apartment where his jacket with the cd was lying on a
chair. Picking up his jacket he opened the front door, only to faced with Kyrzov standing there.
' Good afternoon, Mr. Lloyd. I've come for the disc.' said Kryzov.
Lloyd took a step back from Kryzov, allowing the big Russian to take a step into the apartment.
Grabbing the door with both hands, Lloyd slammed it into the oncoming man sending Kryzov reeling
backwards onto the landing. Lloyd leapt over the floored Russian, making his way down the apartment
steps to the streets below. As the SIS agent got the doorway Kryzov's Glock fired, hitting the door
frame just above Lloyd's hand. With a leap, Lloyd was out of the apartment lobby and into the
streets of Cairo.
Not looking back, Lloyd knew he had to get to the Cairo Station to save his life. His heart was
pounding against his chest, his breath coming in sharp ragged breaths. He forced his way through
the crowded streets, hoping the crowds would guard him against the gunman who was pursuing him.
Hopefully he could not be shot if he was amoungst the crowds.
A loud commotion behind Lloyd made him look over his shoulder, where he saw Kryzov moving
swiftly through the crowds. The big Russian was obviously fit and was closing in on the SIS
agent quickly. Looking ahead again Lloyd saw a set of stone steps leading up to a flat roofed
building on his left. Running across the street the British agent bounded up the steps to the
top of the building. Looking around he saw the flat roof led to every other home in the street
and the streets separated all the houses in this part of the city. Another bullet ricocheted
at Lloyd's feet as he saw Kryzov making his way across the street. Once again the SIS agent
started off running, this time across the rooftops.
The chase was on across the rooftops of Cairo, the agent trying to stay ahead of his pursuer.
Kryzov chased the man across the rooftops, his better conditioning showing as he started to pull in
the lead the man ahead of him had. Lloyd knew he was coming to the end of the building and made
a quick decision. He span off to the left and leapt off the building, just making it across the
small alleyway between the buildings. Kryzov smiled at Lloyd's courage and made the same leap,
clearing the gap with ease.
Feeling his legs getting heavier, Lloyd knew he would have to try and outhink the man behind
him as he could not outrun him. He saw another small alleyway across the rooftop and stopped at
the edge of the roof. He bent over, hands on his knees gasping lungfuls of air into his pained
chest. He watched as Kryzov stopped running, walking over to where the SIS agent stood. Taking
out his gun, Kryzov pointed the Glock at the British agent.
' Give me the cd you made, Mr. Lloyd.' said Kryzov, his faced covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
Lloyd looked the big Russian in the eye. ' I take it you found the equipment I was using.' he
panted.
Kryzov nodded, holding out his hand. ' I have destroyed all the evidence Mr. Lloyd. All that
remains is the disc.'
'And me.' said Lloyd, completing Kyrzov's sentance.
Kryzov smiled and raised the Glock pistol, ponting it at Lloyd's chest. Before the Russian
fired Lloyd fell backwards, twisting in the air. He landed on his back on a canvas roof, the
material ripping as the man hit it. The impact slowed the SIS man down and the final fall of
ten feet or so jarred the man, but didn't injure him as he hit the dusty street. Getting to his
feet Lloyd looked up at the twenty five feet to the roof where Kryzov was. a quick wave to the
Russian and Lloyd made his way towards the main street.
Kryzov put his gun away and with a smile made his way to the stairs on the other side of the
rooftop. Lloyd saw the Russian disappear and let himself smile at his plan. He wasn't sure it
would work but now he had the chance to loose himself int he streets of Cairo before the
man chasing him could get down and round to where Lloyd was. Turning again, Lloyd was nearly in
the main street. When a fist lashed out, slamming into Lloyd's face sending him crashing to the
floor.
Tasting the blood in the mouth, Lloyd shook his head to clear it his eyes falling on Grant in front
of him. Before Lloyd could react Grant lashed a boot into the man's side, lifting him off the ground.
This sent Lloyd rolling down the alley way, pain racking the British agent's body. A knee slammed
into the arch of Lloyd's back followed swiftly with another to the ribs, a wet crack was audiable.
A pained cry leapt to Lloyd's lips, more blood welling in his mouth.
Circling the prone agent, Grant smiled coldly at the man in the dust. He lashed another boot into
the damaged side of Lloyd, blood showing through the side of the cotton shirt which Lloyd was
wearing. Reaching into his jacket, Grant pulled out a vicious looking garrote. Slamming his knee
into Lloyd's back, pinning Lloyd to the floor, Grant put the garrote around the SIS agent's throat
and started to apply the pressure.
Lloyd's fingers clawed at the wire around his throat as the wire cut into the soft flesh. Blood
started to flow from the wound, Lloyd making sharp gargling noises. Sweat poured down Grant's
face as he applied more and more pressure on the garrote, his knee buried deep into the base
of Lloyd's back. Just as Lloyd started to pass out Grant gave one big pull, slamming his knee
back into the base of the back. A loud snap was heard and Grant let go of the garrote, Lloyd's
head lolling lifelessly to the side, his neck broken. Dipping into Lloyd's pocket Grant took
out the cd and handed it to Kryzov, who entered the alleyway just as Lloyd had died.
' He put up a good fight,' said Kryzov putting the disc in his own pocket.
' Not good enough though.' replied Grant, wiping the garrote on Lloyd's shirt before slipping it back
on his pocket.
Regarding the body Kryzov bent down, lifting the head of the dead man up and looking at the wounds
which Grant had inflicted. ' Not bad. Have you done this before on a British agent?' he asked the big
blond man.
' Once before.' said Grant, his hand rubbing his cravat covered throat as he left the alley.
Taking notes furiously, Lloyd made sure he would check out the two names he'd heard. The
first must be an organisation or company but he'd never heard of Patterson and Jewel. A
few enquires back at the Cairo Station should sort that out. Stopping the computer program
from recording the room, Lloyd started to download the conversation from the hard drive
to a cd disc.
He put the name Patterson and Jewel on a scrap of paper, tucking it in his shirt pocket. He
startedthe program up again with a new blank cd to keep recording the hotel room down the
street. He put the newly recorded cd in his jacket when his mobile phone rang, causing Lloyd
to jump. He smiled at his own foolishness before answering the phone.
' Hello?'
' Marcus?' came a female voice on the other end of the phone.
' Julia?' asked Lloyd.
' Hey just a quick call to let you know I'll be in Cairo in two days.'
Lloyd's mind raced at this. The timing was wrong, he was so embroilled in this case he couldn't
let it just drop. He was too close to find an opening and couldn't wait for a few days before
following it up. ' Erm.. look Julia, this really isn't a good ti..' he started.
A laugh on the other end of the phone stopped him in mid sentance. ' Too late, Marcus. You
don't have a choice, I'll be there in two days.' The line then went dead.
Damn, Lloyd thought, this would ruin everything. He knew, however, he needed to get this
information to Cairo Station. He grabbed his jacket and headed to the door of his rented
room. The name on his mind was not Patterson and Jewel though, it was Donovan Grant that
ran foremost in his thoughts.
* * *
' Mr. Grant?' asked a voice behind Grant.
Donovan 'Red' Grant turned and looked at the man addressing him. He recognised him as
Kryzov, Klebb had mention him when Grant had worked with her years ago. Thinking of the past
his hand moved to his cravat covered throat, Grant feeling an old hatred swell in his
chest. Forcing it down he held Kryzov's gaze. ' Yes, Kryzov.'
Kryzov gave Grant a little bow, impressed that he knew whom he was addressing. ' I was
wondering if I could interest you in a little work.'
Grant solemnly shook his head. ' I'm in no need of a job.'
Kryzov handed Grant a Patterson and Jewel card with his name on. Grant looked at the card
giving a cold smile. ' I'm already onboard, Kryzov. You don't have to recruit me.'
Kryzov put an arm round Grant's shoulder and smiled back at the man next to him. ' Consider
this a little pleasure job before the off Mr. Grant.'
* * *
Lloyd flopped onto the bed in his apartment. He'd stopped off to get washed and changed before
he went to the Cairo Station. He pulled the towel off his waist, slipping into a pair of light
cotton slacks and a light blue cotton shirt. He ran a comb quickly through his hair, before
making his way to the front door of the apartment where his jacket with the cd was lying on a
chair. Picking up his jacket he opened the front door, only to faced with Kyrzov standing there.
' Good afternoon, Mr. Lloyd. I've come for the disc.' said Kryzov.
Lloyd took a step back from Kryzov, allowing the big Russian to take a step into the apartment.
Grabbing the door with both hands, Lloyd slammed it into the oncoming man sending Kryzov reeling
backwards onto the landing. Lloyd leapt over the floored Russian, making his way down the apartment
steps to the streets below. As the SIS agent got the doorway Kryzov's Glock fired, hitting the door
frame just above Lloyd's hand. With a leap, Lloyd was out of the apartment lobby and into the
streets of Cairo.
Not looking back, Lloyd knew he had to get to the Cairo Station to save his life. His heart was
pounding against his chest, his breath coming in sharp ragged breaths. He forced his way through
the crowded streets, hoping the crowds would guard him against the gunman who was pursuing him.
Hopefully he could not be shot if he was amoungst the crowds.
A loud commotion behind Lloyd made him look over his shoulder, where he saw Kryzov moving
swiftly through the crowds. The big Russian was obviously fit and was closing in on the SIS
agent quickly. Looking ahead again Lloyd saw a set of stone steps leading up to a flat roofed
building on his left. Running across the street the British agent bounded up the steps to the
top of the building. Looking around he saw the flat roof led to every other home in the street
and the streets separated all the houses in this part of the city. Another bullet ricocheted
at Lloyd's feet as he saw Kryzov making his way across the street. Once again the SIS agent
started off running, this time across the rooftops.
The chase was on across the rooftops of Cairo, the agent trying to stay ahead of his pursuer.
Kryzov chased the man across the rooftops, his better conditioning showing as he started to pull in
the lead the man ahead of him had. Lloyd knew he was coming to the end of the building and made
a quick decision. He span off to the left and leapt off the building, just making it across the
small alleyway between the buildings. Kryzov smiled at Lloyd's courage and made the same leap,
clearing the gap with ease.
Feeling his legs getting heavier, Lloyd knew he would have to try and outhink the man behind
him as he could not outrun him. He saw another small alleyway across the rooftop and stopped at
the edge of the roof. He bent over, hands on his knees gasping lungfuls of air into his pained
chest. He watched as Kryzov stopped running, walking over to where the SIS agent stood. Taking
out his gun, Kryzov pointed the Glock at the British agent.
' Give me the cd you made, Mr. Lloyd.' said Kryzov, his faced covered with a fine sheen of sweat.
Lloyd looked the big Russian in the eye. ' I take it you found the equipment I was using.' he
panted.
Kryzov nodded, holding out his hand. ' I have destroyed all the evidence Mr. Lloyd. All that
remains is the disc.'
'And me.' said Lloyd, completing Kyrzov's sentance.
Kryzov smiled and raised the Glock pistol, ponting it at Lloyd's chest. Before the Russian
fired Lloyd fell backwards, twisting in the air. He landed on his back on a canvas roof, the
material ripping as the man hit it. The impact slowed the SIS man down and the final fall of
ten feet or so jarred the man, but didn't injure him as he hit the dusty street. Getting to his
feet Lloyd looked up at the twenty five feet to the roof where Kryzov was. a quick wave to the
Russian and Lloyd made his way towards the main street.
Kryzov put his gun away and with a smile made his way to the stairs on the other side of the
rooftop. Lloyd saw the Russian disappear and let himself smile at his plan. He wasn't sure it
would work but now he had the chance to loose himself int he streets of Cairo before the
man chasing him could get down and round to where Lloyd was. Turning again, Lloyd was nearly in
the main street. When a fist lashed out, slamming into Lloyd's face sending him crashing to the
floor.
Tasting the blood in the mouth, Lloyd shook his head to clear it his eyes falling on Grant in front
of him. Before Lloyd could react Grant lashed a boot into the man's side, lifting him off the ground.
This sent Lloyd rolling down the alley way, pain racking the British agent's body. A knee slammed
into the arch of Lloyd's back followed swiftly with another to the ribs, a wet crack was audiable.
A pained cry leapt to Lloyd's lips, more blood welling in his mouth.
Circling the prone agent, Grant smiled coldly at the man in the dust. He lashed another boot into
the damaged side of Lloyd, blood showing through the side of the cotton shirt which Lloyd was
wearing. Reaching into his jacket, Grant pulled out a vicious looking garrote. Slamming his knee
into Lloyd's back, pinning Lloyd to the floor, Grant put the garrote around the SIS agent's throat
and started to apply the pressure.
Lloyd's fingers clawed at the wire around his throat as the wire cut into the soft flesh. Blood
started to flow from the wound, Lloyd making sharp gargling noises. Sweat poured down Grant's
face as he applied more and more pressure on the garrote, his knee buried deep into the base
of Lloyd's back. Just as Lloyd started to pass out Grant gave one big pull, slamming his knee
back into the base of the back. A loud snap was heard and Grant let go of the garrote, Lloyd's
head lolling lifelessly to the side, his neck broken. Dipping into Lloyd's pocket Grant took
out the cd and handed it to Kryzov, who entered the alleyway just as Lloyd had died.
' He put up a good fight,' said Kryzov putting the disc in his own pocket.
' Not good enough though.' replied Grant, wiping the garrote on Lloyd's shirt before slipping it back
on his pocket.
Regarding the body Kryzov bent down, lifting the head of the dead man up and looking at the wounds
which Grant had inflicted. ' Not bad. Have you done this before on a British agent?' he asked the big
blond man.
' Once before.' said Grant, his hand rubbing his cravat covered throat as he left the alley.