Chapter 6
Carl Paterson had never felt so on edge. He downed a whiskey to calm his inner turmoil and leaned forward, feeling the amber liquid burn the back of his throat as he gestured to the flight attendant for another.
A new world order would see the end of intelligence institutions such as MI6, CIA and the rest, of that Carl had no doubt. It might take twenty years, maybe fifty? He simply didn’t know. But his instinct was telling him it was coming and Carl wanted a legacy to reflect his true worth. It had been bloody hard work building up his enclave of power since being given the opportunity to head up the Ghost 13 estate. He had rapidly nurtured a small group of assets, scouts as he called them, and now he wanted to expand that as quickly as possible.
If there was any hint of trut
