He had never fired a weapon in his life, had certainly never killed a man, but Vaclav Kader could reel off verbatim the pros and cons of various types of explosives, small arms, artillery and heavy-mechanized hardware. He had warehouses in Belgium, North Africa and Bolivia. He had a fleet of aircraft and ships that could be called upon to transport his secret cargoes all over the world. He had dined with warlords and revolutionaries, terrorists and presidents. He was known and respected. His work for the KGB these days was his crowning glory and the role that truly satisfied him. It was the business he had been born to run and he took pride in the title of 'Merchant of Death', which had been bestowed upon him.
He would regularly travel all over the world, ostensibly on Schon shipping busi
