Jimmy Coates: Target. Joe Craig

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Название Jimmy Coates: Target
Автор произведения Joe Craig
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Stovorsky lay gasping for air.

      “Enough, Jimmy!” shouted Viggo. “He was just testing you.”

      “I know,” Jimmy replied. “Why do you think he’s still alive?” Jimmy started at his own words. He hadn’t known what he was going to say. It seemed the urge to kill was still just below the surface. He pushed away the deep sickness in his gut and reminded himself to keep control at every moment.

      “Uno,” continued Viggo, “in return for your help, we are prepared to offer you a full display of Jimmy’s abilities and an inventory of the technology Britain is developing for use against France.”

      Jimmy shuddered. What did Viggo mean by ‘a full display of Jimmy’s abilities’? He wasn’t a scientific sample! For a second he wanted to protest, but he quickly calmed down. He had learned to trust Christopher Viggo.

      Stovorsky was still picking himself up off the floor. His expression was grim. “This information is as useless now as it was when you came to me all those years ago,” he growled. Jimmy watched Viggo’s face betray a hint of helplessness.

      “Let me draw you a picture,” Stovorsky went on. “Jimmy was designed in a test tube by scientists at NJ7. Dr Higgins was one of them and he’s still there. Ares Hollingdale was another, before he became Prime Minister. The new weapon was assigned to two agents, Ian and Helen Coates.”

      “Excuse me,” interrupted Jimmy’s mother, “I’m right here.”

      “I’m sorry, Mrs Coates, I didn’t realise it was you.” He bowed his head slightly and took her hand up to his lips.

      “How do you know this?” Viggo cut in.

      Stovorsky’s demeanour shifted again, back to the animal aggression he directed at his rival. “That’s not all we know. We know Jimmy is not the first. There is another assassin, two years older, but he went missing shortly after his parents were killed. NJ7 thinks they died in a car accident.”

      Jimmy felt like each piece of new information was a brick being hurled at him. There was another genetically programmed assassin? Why had nobody told him? He was dumbfounded, though he made a point of trying not to show it. Fortunately, nobody noticed Jimmy’s furrowed brow. Helen Coates and Saffron Walden were sharing a moment of concern. Viggo and Stovorsky were caught up in their own rivalry.

      “Do you think I’ve been sitting on my hands since we last met?” Stovorsky jeered.

      “But—” Viggo started.

      “We have our own sources in England. You can’t tell me anything I don’t already know. All I can offer is that we let you live here in France. We can’t protect you, and we certainly can’t help you in your personal campaign against Ares Hollingdale.” Viggo tried to interrupt again, but Stovorsky continued over him. “Hollingdale may be anti-democracy and he may be anti-France, but the DGSE can’t meddle with anyone unless they pose a direct threat to France.”

      The reaction was silence. Jimmy’s heart ached. He so wanted to go back to Felix with some good news. But how could they get anywhere near Felix’s parents without the resources of a major international agency? How else could they sneak back into England?

      “Don’t look so glum!” boomed Stovorsky suddenly. “I’m letting you stay in the country. I’ll make sure you’re not arrested and, if you stay on the move, the chances are NJ7 won’t find you.” He shook his head and sighed. “Honestly, you English. Don’t you recognise a lucky break? Did you really think I was going to help you overthrow the British Government?” He dusted off the shoulders of his overcoat and strode to the door, muttering under his breath in French.

      “That’s not why we need help.” Helen’s voice stopped him. “Jimmy, get Felix in here.” Jimmy flung open the door to the next room. Eva, Georgie and Felix all pretended they hadn’t been trying to eavesdrop. Without a word Felix stepped forward.

      “This is Felix Muzbeke,” Jimmy’s mother continued. “The Government is holding his parents illegally. We just want to bring them here to safety.” Felix put on his most winsome expression.

      Only now did Stovorsky turn round. He glanced at Felix then quickly turned away.

      “Do you have children, Mr Stovorsky?” Jimmy’s mother asked.

      Stovorsky held his face in his hands then rubbed his eyes. “What do you need?” he huffed.

      Viggo’s response was immediate. “Safe passage back to London so we can find out where they are being held. We need money and equipment. We need all the help we can get.”

      Stovorsky groaned and raised his eyes to the ceiling. He waited a long time before speaking, then eventually he muttered, “I’ll see what I can do.” Wearily, he picked up a slat of a broken shutter from the floor. “Promise me this is just about the prisoners. Nothing else.”

      “Mr Stovorsky,” Helen Coates said calmly, “you have my word.”

      “You’re a very smart lady.” Stovorsky stared at Jimmy’s mother. “You should have kept her, Viggo. And how I wish you had.” His eyes darted to Saffron for just an instant, then away again. “I’ll be in touch,” he called out as he stomped from the farmhouse. “Until then, lie low.”

      

      Mitchell could hear the fizz of surveillance cameras tracking him through the corridors. He was keeping pace with the hands that dragged him roughly from either side. His blindfold itched but he was still cuffed so there was nothing he could do about it. Inside, he was buzzing in a way he never had before. It was a mix of nausea and exhilaration. Every perception was pin sharp, but behind his stomach there was a swirling that threatened to throw him off-balance.

      He still had nothing on his feet so the cold of the floor crept up through his body. At last he came to a stop and his blindfold was yanked off. The first things he saw were the yellow teeth of an old man’s smile. Mitchell’s anger dulled instantly.

      “Welcome to NJ7,” the old man announced. “I am Dr Higgins.”

      Before Mitchell could respond the two men gripping his arms lifted him up and pinned him face down on to the desk in the centre of the room. The smell of the leather worktop swamped Mitchell’s nose. He wriggled and kicked, but only for a second before he felt a sharp stab in his heel. He howled in pain. Then the two men lifted him off the desk and threw him down. Mitchell tried to stand but his right foot was too weak and he fell to the floor.

      “What’s going on?” he shouted, his eyes darting around, taking in his surroundings. The walls were bare concrete. On the ceiling were strip lights and a girder loaded with two cameras that seemed to wink at him. All around were burly men in suits. Dr Higgins stood out, with his ageing physique and his white coat. A black cat curled round his ankle.

      Then, through a corridor at the back of the room came a wiry figure that Mitchell recognised immediately. “You’re the Prime Minister!” he gasped.

      Everyone stood to attention as Ares Hollingdale entered the room. His sallow skin almost glowed. “You’re not running away this time, young man,” he whispered, leering down at Mitchell. “Dr Higgins has placed a satellite tracking device in your foot.”

      “What’s going on?” Mitchell yelled again, but then into his head flew the idea that the answer was somehow obvious; it was like a distorted memory he couldn’t bring out.

      “Explain the situation to him,” the Prime Minister snapped at Dr Higgins. “Tell Miss Bennett as soon as you’re finished. She’s found the target.” Then he turned back to Mitchell with a glare. “Cause any trouble and we’ll throw you in prison for the rest of your life.”

      Mitchell’s mind was frantic. Pain throbbed up from his foot. They can’t put me in prison, he thought, I’m only thirteen. But his ears replayed the sound of his fists landing on his brother’s bloodied skull. With that came the most overwhelming emotion. Was it guilt? He told himself his brother had deserved it, but the next instant