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‘It’s me,’ Hassan said into the portable sat phone he had carried with him in his chest rig.
‘This is not part of the plan. Why are you calling?’ The voice on the other end was panicky, angry.
‘The target is down, but not with me,’ bin Zayid confessed.
‘You have failed. You sound bad. Are you wounded?’
‘Yes. I need you to pick me up, in your boat.’
‘That was not part of the plan.’
Hassan choked back a sob. Whether it was from the pain and shock of his wounds, or the growing sense of helplessness he felt, he wasn’t sure. ‘Please,’ he croaked.
‘You have been compromised? They know your identity?’
Jed Banks would never forget him. Miranda was probably still alive. Everyone knew he was part of the plot to kidnap Calvert, but the man on the other end of the line would not risk a res
