Pursuit of the Patriarchs

Chapter 19

The three were taken to an underground complex outside London where Simeon and Mosely had been moved. Despite the watchful eyes of Mossad, they still believed they were still in Israel. And Johnathon's former people couldn't find him anywhere in the world.

He was reviewing footage of Simeon, taking careful note of when he told the truth. It was a tell that was difficult to spot, but was there. Just a slight twitch of a single finger that was almost impossible to notice. With that, he was at least able to get good intel, but not exactly close to being at the top like he bragged about.

Neither he nor Mosely knew any of the major players, but Burgess knew something or at least someone important. He was the one who knew more than anyone else in British government. All they had to do was wait until he slipped or found something hidden.

The three who made up the Pudicitia Group, Aleksandrov, Collins and Smith, showed nothing out of the ordinary. They were having their tracks hidden by very talented hackers who made it impossible to know anything for certain.

They couldn't make a direct approach to any of them, since they all had their own private armies that appeared on no books. It must've been Aleksandrov who indirectly give the order to get the wall from Lake Tana.

They couldn't prove anything and didn't know who could be trusted with those kinds of resources backing them. How many had been bought to set the stage for what they wanted.

While he was watching early footage from Simeon, an alert went off letting them know someone was outside. He looked at the monitor and knew those brown eyes belonged to Yuri. Mossad had done well with the rest of the former FSB agent turned Mossad spy. As far as the FSB was concerned, he was quite dead at the hands of Mossad agents.

The brown, graying hair he had to just hate. He was used to different colors, but never liked any gray showing. He'd gained a little weight since they last saw each other, which was a joint operation between his agency and Mossad in Moscow. He guessed playing dead meant there was a lack of the more traditional exercises spies did to stay in shape.

Even heavy set, he remained quite lethal. Johnathon wondered why being an atheist would bring him to Mossad's side. His family wasn't exactly descended from the refuseniks of old. He never did get an answer, but it had to have something to do with him being Jewish and assigned to Israel. He felt more at home there than anywhere in Russia.

He was the only one with recognition, which led Donna to ask aloud what the others were thinking. "You know him, Johnathon?"

Johnathon nodded. "Yuri. I've worked with him in the past. He's a good guy, for an atheist," he said and smiled at the last part.

It was an inside joke no one got. If Yuri were in the room, he'd be laughing.

"Can he be trusted?" William asked with concern for the safety of his people.

"Last I saw him, he could. I believe he's still someone I can trust. I'll meet him to make certain it's safe. Just be ready to move if it's not, William," he responded.