APOINTMENT WITH DEATH
By John Smith
Sir
Miles Henderson stared at the report, then looked up at his Chief of Staff.
“George, It would appear that the Russians have got
the central African nations all sewn up in a bag; arms supplies, military
cooperation and training. How do we infiltrate and destroy them?
Before his Chief of Staff could answer, he asked him
to arrange a meeting with Bud Wolensky of the
During their brief meeting, it was decided that
each would send a man to investigate the situation and restore the balance of
power in
Henry Nielson, eased himself into the cubical in the
Railway Tavern just outside
“Do
you think the Shrimpers will get promoted this season?”
Without
blinking, Henry responded. “The women’s team will, but I doubt the men have got
it in them?”
The
man quickly sat down and in a hushed voice spoken with an American accent.
“McKenzie, out of
Henry
went to shake hands but quickly realized it was not the done thing. “Nielson,
For
twenty minutes they chatted about nothing of interest. When they had
finished their drinks, they both left and started to walk the streets of
Southend.
McKenzie
spoke first. “So, have you done this kind of work before?”
Henry
smiled, realizing that the man had not read his file. “A bit. Mainly
on the African continent. You?”
“Yeh,
a bit here and there.”
It
started to rain as they began to walk along the famous pier and once alone
started to discuss in detail the operation at hand. The next time they would
meet would be in May of 2023, in the town of
It
was three in the morning when Henry, sitting in a rented house in Vesilivka,
put down the handset and smiled.
McKenzie looked up from reading an intelligence
report.
“Who was that?”
“Major Igor Vassilovitch, company commander of the
Wagner 43rd Infantry company.
“One of your inside men, no doubt? Anything
interesting?”
“Yes. He says that Prigozhin, the leader of
the Wagner Group is getting really pissed off with General Shoigu, the Minister
of Defence and his side-kick, General Gerasuimov, the Chief of the General
Staff. It appears that these two want the Wagner mercenaries
transferred under the control of the Army so they can discreetly milk their
unlimited financial and weapons resources.”
McKenzie slowly nodded. “That’s good. Do
you think it’s time to start phase one?”
Henry thought for a minute, then
nodded. “I’ll make the call to GCHQ and start the ball rolling.”
Two days later, TASS, the Russian government news
organisation reported that hackers had infiltrated the networks of many large
Moscow banks and hospitals including the total disruption of the rail, tram and
bus services in and around the Russian capital. The consequences were as
expected and the people wanted their government to sort it out, and now!
McKenzie smiled as he read the Russian newspapers,
then glanced at Henry. “Phase two, I think? I’ll give
Within 48 hours, The Russian intelligence services
noticed a huge increase in traffic from Facebook, Twitter, and Snapchat users
across the country openly complaining about the incompetent way the country was
being run, how the war was going, and some very disturbing comments about
Putin.
It was the end of May. McKenzie took a satellite
message from the telex machine and read it quickly, then glanced up at
Henry. “You need to read this.”
As Henry read the telex which stated that the Wagner
Group had to give a lot of ground due to a shortage of ammunition. McKenzie
lent over and studied the map of eastern
Henry nodded. I’ll contact Igor and warn
him.”
“How long have you known this Major
Vassilovitch. Can you really trust him?
Henry smiled. “I met Igor at
Within three days, Igor had covertly intercepted the
supply convoy just as it crossed into
Two weeks later it happened again, and as predicted,
Prigozhin publically advocated that he was going to
On the 24th of June, American satellites
picked up a small Wagner battle group crossing the
Social media throughout
Igor, who had a good working relationship with
Prigozhin, spoke to him before he left for
Prigozhin smiled at him. “Then you must save me,” was
all he said, before he turned and climbed onto his tank.
Henry turned to McKenzie. “Right, phase four.
Can you get everything ready?”
A week later, once the move against
During the weeks that followed the attempted
coup, phase five was enacted. The Canadian Globe
and Mail, CNN, The New York Times, and the Wall Street Journal all published
names of senior Russian generals who, based on reliable sources inside Russia,
were complicit in supporting Prigozhin’s attempted coup.
Henry had to hand it to McKenzie. His
misinformation campaign proved very effective with eight senior Russian
officers being quietly removed on the orders of the President by the FSB, never
to be seen again.
Then on the 23rd August, the private
jet carrying Yevgeny Prigozhin and nine of his senior Wagner officers, flying
from
Early on Monday the 30th August, Henry, Igor and
McKenzie flew back to
“As you know Sir, the Wagner Group was sent into exile
on the 27th June. I knew that the Boss still had a
lot to do with the closing down of his businesses in
Once I got his itinerary, I began to
plan. The first thing I had to do was to recruit a look-a-like and
position him in the toilets of the Central Bank in
“I had already visited the airfield where his jet was
parked late that night and removed something that would cause the jet to fail
its pre-flight test. In the morning I explained to the senior aircrew officer that his jet was to be thoroughly checked before
take-off. In the event of it failing its pre-flight routine, I
explained that I had a back-up jet in hanger 27. Sure enough, the Boss’s party
arrived on time, and, as expected, the jet failed its pre-flight checks, so the
aircrew rushed over to hanger 27 and quickly loaded everyone on board, then
took off. Fifteen minutes out, the bomb I had placed on the jet
exploded, killing everyone on board.”
One of the officials sitting in on the debrief
suddenly sat up. “You killed your Boss, but why?”
Sir Miles Henderson frowned at the man. “Do pay
attention, Smithers.”
The boys back at
“And where is Yevgeny Prigozhin at this moment, young
man?”
“Long after his party had left the bank, he exited
from a side door disguised as an elderly woman, crossed the road, and met up with
Sergeant Major Max Stanislas, one of your boys I understand. They
caught the train down to Starobud, just inside the Russian border where a
Ukrainian helicopter, hedge hopped across the border, picked them up, and flew
them to Warsaw International Airport.”
Major Igor Vassilovitch glanced at his
watch. “They should be landing at Stansted about now Sir.”
Sir Miles Henderson leaned back in his
chair. “Gentlemen, well done. Has Mr. Prigozhin agreed to
cooperate?”
Igor smiled. “Yes Sir. He has
agreed to give us and the American’s the full breakdown of the whole central
African weapons distribution chain, including who the main ring leaders are. The
breakdown of the Russian deployment along with what is left of the Wagner
Group.”
McKenzie cut in. “We also destabilized the
Russian government, removed several high-ranking officials and turned the
population again Putin. Not a bad couple of months’ work.”
Now
the question is, is he alive or not?
Copyright
John Smith