Motto: Art of war knowing how your enemy moves can help you to counteract any moves
We then pulled into the Courthouse Parking lot. As we took him out Newell screamed at the amount of dead men he had on the ground.
Marco then arrived with some of my guys.
"What the hell is this," asked Newell as Marci went to him.
Marco then said, "The swap was carried out by Nicholas and for the record the base was compromised. There was an informant there and we have had eyes on Franco up until yesterday so we knew his striking position."
"And you couldn't mention this in the beginning," replied Newell and Joseph emerged from his car and said, "You weren't listening to us, well Nicholas. Now you see why I brought him in. He is here to stay and always a step ahead."
Joseph walked away and the press was all over the location. As I got to the lobby it was on the CVM TV Breaking News.
The reporter said, "Breaking news everyone. Today was the start of the fast tracked trial of Earl Anderson. He is seen as the major crime boss in the Caribbean landscape. So is charged with: 14 counts of murder, human trafficking, drugs trafficking, and fraud, counterfeit and armed robbery.
The prosecution hired Saga Security Group, from South Africa, to secure the prisoner. The convoy was attacked by a group known as the Zeros. 57 men were killed in the attempted to rescue Earl Anderson.
The plans were foiled when the Anderson Security Group sent a team to aid. It is believed that they were highbred by Joseph Matron, a consultant of the Prosecutor. Also the leader of Anderson Security team, Nicholas Anderson, has served in Iraq with the leader of the Zero's, Lt. Franco De Marco..."
I then had flashing images of Iraq after seen Franco in his military suit. I held my head and tried to get put my PTSD pills. But the bottle dropped and I had an anxiety attack. Garth rushed to me and got me a pill.
As I calmed down Newell walked in.
A few moments later after getting a cup of water he said, "You have PTSD."
"Tell me something I don't know," I replied as I drank the water.
He boxed away the water, stepped to me and said, "57 of my men are dead! And 3 are battling for their lives. So you are going to update me or I will beat your ass."
I exhaled and then we went to the lounge. Then we got two drinks.
I then said, "Fine. Earl Anderson is my father."
Newell exhaled and said, "I didn't see that in the job offer."
"Of course not. A well respected billionaire Entrepreneur and Philanthropist is the son of a crime boss doesn't make good headlines. So a few years back I dropped his name from my birth certificate and deleted all link to him
Plus before Oxford and MI-5 he disowned me. So it was easy," I told him and Newell said, "Tell me everything from the beginning."
I exhaled and said, "Ever since my, I have known my father he has been a crime boss. I was 3 when I joined the illegal world. I was young and had small hands. Plus I could fit into spaces. So I learned to steal.
With that by age 6 I was a good thief and chopping up cars. There was nothing that could stop me and as such I did. I never loved it but my father wasn't someone you say no to. So I did. He sends to my sister in LA and I stayed.
For a lawyer she was worst."
"How so," asked Newell as he drank some of his juice
I exhaled and said, "She did coke and Marijuana. I was one of the runners. I didn't earn much she profited highly. A year with her, she kicked me out. That's when I met Franco. Back then he was a deep cover DOD Agent.
He took me to Michigan. Their I went to school and by age 12 I gain a Bachelor's from MIT in Mechanical Engineering."
"I taught you had a PhD in Biomechanical Engineering," quickly pointed out by Newell.
I nodded and said, "Yes! I also have PhD in: Chemical Engineering, Agricultural Science and Pharmaceutical. Plus a bachelor's in MEP; courtesy of MI-5."
"Dam! You forehead big man," replied Newell as I laughed.
I then said, "I took the Biomechanical course so I could be close to my wife, or at time get her to go out with me."
He then quickly said, "Hold up! You were married?"
I exhaled and said, "Yes! I was a 16 year old graduate of MIT and had my own company. She was my only college lecturer and I popped the question after our second official date. She said yes and we got married in Las Vegas a week later.
And nine months later she gave me two children."
"Wow! I never took you for supatenous guy! What happened she left you," asked Newell as he smiled.
I exhaled and said, "Two years after I married her I owned and was the CEO of Entity Agricultural Co. Limited based in Los Angeles. It was a front for a smuggling ring and drug front. The company was profitable but its main function was laundering my money and creating bases.
My father and sister go into my company. I took a swing and at gun point I had to sign over my 60% in the company to save their lives. Six months later I got back my company though a hostile takeover.
My father sent the Sicarios. They killed my family in a drive by. My mother got me out of America secretly. When I landed in England all I had was US$5 Million to my name.
I gained a Rhodes scholarship and went to Oxford University. Two years later I gained an MBA in Corporate Finance. And then MI-5 recruited me as a Consultant. Back then I had started my company, Anderson Security Group.
Six years with them, I made a lot of money doing bad shit. I was powerful business man but secretly an assassin for hire. Then a mission when bad and I lost 26 men, my entire team. It was my father and the zeros. When MI-5 gave me bullshit I quite. And I spent the next 13 years building up my power.
Then 8 years ago I came home, as a major player. And here we are."
Newell exhaled and said, "Budapest wasn't your fault. The Intel was bad..."
I quickly said, "It wasn't bad. MI-5 sold us out. They threw us under the bus because to them Earl is a necessary evil."
"Look they do stupid shit. I did tell you that before I left. But you can't hold that over your head," replied Newell to me.
I then said, "26 women. 10 mothers, 10 wives and 6 baby mothers. I had to talk to all of them. I recruited the men in their lives. I told these women I would bring them home. But at that point all I could tell was they died serving their country.
And when they asked where all I said was its classified. I had dinners with most of them. And MI-5 wanted to send me to some retreat to recharge. I quite. Do you a favor go home I got this one?"
As I got up he said, "Remember when we made that pack a few years back."
I turned and said, "Yea! You said if I ever did anything stupid we get to do it together. But what's that have to do with anything?"
"Look I know you. You didn't come back for mom. You can tell everyone that bullshit. But I know you came back for Franco. You see you figured sooner or later Earl would be in trouble and they would come get him," replied Newell and I said, "OK. Franco disappeared 6 months after Budapest. I pissed off my dad for years to go get him but he was off the radar. This is the closest I have ever been."
"I love it when I am right," replied Newell as he got up.
I chuckled and said, "OK. We have two days of trial left and after this morning he is going to attack again. So we need to strike first."
Newell then asked, "What do you have in mind boss?"
I smiled and said, "OK. If we are going to do this. We trust no one but ourselves. That means you and me. For all we know our men might be compromised."
Newell nodded and said, "OK so you and I go off the reserve. We trust no one but each other."
I nodded and he turned. I noticed a bullet wound on his neck and I had a memory flash of Franco getting shot in Maui on and our lost mission together.
As I stood he asked, "Yow you good?"
I smiled and said, "Yea! When did you get shot?"
He exhaled and said, "You have a good eye. I was hit last year in Dubai, while protecting a rich brat."
"I just got an idea how to track Franco, using facial recognition software. In addition I also have a Plan B to flush him out," I quickly told him as I walked off.
"So what was your wife's name," asked Newell as we walked.
I then said, "Rebecca, Dr. Rebecca Andrews. And she was freaky, just to answer the rest of your questions."
He laughed and said, "Cool."
We then went to the trial.