Redemption (4 page)

“Very funny, but if that's your way to explain it, good for me… that’s the truth, yes. You know, you are amongst those who know the world’s biggest secrets, compared to the ignorant masses. But that which you think is certain, may I reveal, is nothing but a mask over the truth. Nothing is what it seems.”

“Ok. Enlighten me. What is it, if not what it seems?”

“Since the dawn of time, a few individuals have watched over our world as silent guardians, if I may put it that way. The problem, of course, is the silence. These individuals hail from all countries, all cultures. Two things unite us: this secret, and the fact that we are people like you, Mr. Bane. We want the best for the world we live in, but we traditionally avoided direct interference in its natural evolution. Our help was always indirect, intended to simply direct the currents toward improvement. Our biggest weapon was networking, but we don’t play god. We don’t delude ourselves in thinking that we could change the nature of man. We have always had faith that good would triumph over evil by itself. Today, we are less certain. Most countries are now societies of rights where criminals have learned to play the laws and borders to survive. The worst criminals, if I may, are playing quite a bit for freely. Society has become incapable of intervening in time to stop these threats and we have realized that if men of that sort could become this powerful, it’s because men like us didn’t kill them long ago. Our passivity has been the cause of millions of deaths and numerous sufferings over the course of decades past and we, as a brotherhood, have decided that the situation must change. How many lives could have been saved, for example, if we had intervened to take down Adolf Hitler before he instigated his regime, or those who originated the Bosnian genocides? Our history is filled with dictators whom we saw rise peacefully, and whom we didn’t dare stop before the unspeakable occurred, all under the protocol that warns us it is not acceptable to kill someone before they have killed. We followed this even if we knew with certainty what was to come. Most atrocities could have been prevented, but the passivity characteristic of a man of peace saw millions of innocents die needlessly. Of course, there are counter-attacks within our history, but after how many deaths? I don’t judge my predecessors, Mr. Bane. That we are at the top of the pyramid makes no difference; we are nothing but men with all our weaknesses. We aren’t warriors, only guardians in the shadow who, with the years, have become expert orators, investors and thinkers rather than peacekeepers. We have become aristocrats hiding behind our fortunes – to call us ‘guardians’ is disingenuous. Yes, we have failed. However, we believe it is not too late to learn from our mistakes, and our brotherhood has at last decided to play a role in shaping the future. We can’t change the past, but we can change our future. Don't you agree!?”

“Maybe. But what makes you so sure about me?”

“The answer is simple, and it begins with the assassination of your father. Your destiny is to track those sort of people who destroy without scruple – in short, the sort of person who killed your father. You have always yearned for justice, but you quickly realized that which I have just explained. In the established system, the idea of this type of criminal succumbing to justice is utopian. Superficially, you appear to have accepted it, but deep down… you can’t.”

“And if you’re wrong about me? If I, on the contrary, am loyal to our system?”

“Loyal to what dear friend!? A system now ruled by corrupt lawyers? A system now nurtured and led by the weak so that he can better hide himself behind  his own mess he created? Have you ever thought about who really takes advantage of that system? Come on... please Mr. Bane! Aren't you tired to lie to yourself like that? Over the years, you waited for this opportunity. This is it, here it is... here I am in front of you! The decision is yours: either to return to work, your illusions and your weariness; or, you roll the dice... that's your show now and that is your life, you decide what you want to be!”

Andy took a moment to think. Schwartz was right. All those years he had tried to bring down criminals who would either receive minimal penalties or, more commonly, slipped right through their investigation. It enraged him to his core, to think that he’d wasted the best years of his life on the cause, which ultimately was a fable. No marriage, no child. In fact, no attachment of any kind.

So what have I got to lose?

“If I am in and your project fails, I suppose you’d deny your entire existence, right?”

“Regretfully, yes. We, you, and your future team are all at risk. To guard this secret is paramount, you understand. You would know exactly that which you needed to know, no more, no less. For your security and ours, it will be thus.”

“I have no idea of the sort of people that could carry out a task like this, I don’t know—”

“Mr. Bane, you have our full confidence. The choice is yours, and I am certain that it will be right.”

“Ok, suppose I say ‘yes’ and I find people capable of carrying this out. What about money?”

“Ah, yes money... but this is the easy part to be honest. You will have all that you need, it is not a problem.”

“Ok well... I understand your desire for anonymity, but I’d like to know what and who is behind this project. Surely there must be one.”

“As I’ve explained, it’s not a question of country. This surpasses the notion of nations, politics or religions. Think of it as a multi-national organization. Our cause is just, and you have many allies, even if, at times, you feel deserted. You will never be deserted. You can count on us. Can we count on you, Mr. Bane?”

“Let's give a try.”

“Good. This is the first time we’ve met face to face and, in all probability, the last. I’m certain that you and your group will do brilliant work. We have faith in you.”

Oscar Schwartz rose from his chair, along with the rest. He and Andy shook hands in alliance. Andy noted the massive gold ring on one of Schwartz’s fingers. The same ring appeared on each hand he subsequently shook. Schwartz gave him an envelope containing information for the next step. Andy left the same way he’d entered: confused. The moment their hands had touched, he knew his life was destined to change. But he would try, even if it cost him everything he had left.

CHAPTER 5

Victor Leung was on time, as always. Each week, he took an acupuncture section in a tiny alleyway of Montreal’s
Quartier chinois
. This little Chinese herbal medicine clinic was known for its discretion despite its large staff: five acupuncturists aided by an army of assistants to wait hand and foot on their largely Asian clientele. For Victor Leung, his own well-being was primary and others didn't matter at all for him. Victor was a cold, cruel being. He was the chief of a Triad – that is, a Chinese mob – and had been building his reputation in this shady world for years. Cruelty and violence brought him respect. Victor Leung controlled several strip clubs and massage salons in the Montreal region. He was implicated in illegal gambling, illicit casinos, extortion and prostitution. He pimped several women and there were whispers of white slavery. He took sadistic pleasure in the violence he used to scare away his rivals.

For a few years, a restaurant owner in the area had been consistently refusing to pay tribute to Victor over his profits. As the boss of the
Quartier chinois
, Victor had no qualms in storming the busy restaurant with several henchmen, finding the owner and chopping off his hand with a hatchet. Warning issued, tribute collected, example made. All this unfolded under the eyes of the horrified clientele. Nothing and no-one could stand up to him; he was the despot of the district. Going to the police was out of the question if you valued your life. It was said that many of Victor’s women disappeared in strange circumstances, never to be found. He was at the height of fame and his attitude expressed it. He was constantly flanked by two or three bodyguards who cut an intimidating figure in their designer suits. His trademark was a shiny black cane which he carried not because he limped, but for the augmentation of the character he had created so meticulously.

Andy knew about him. In reality, so did the police. He’d been at it for quite some time. Several investigations had been opened during his tenure, but it seemed that nothing could bring him down, not yet. While tracking Reiki, the Czech arms trafficker, he’d come across a possible link to Victor. If he tailed Victor, it was possible that he would come to find Reiki. With a team of agents, he had followed Victor to this weekly appointment on a hunch. He had parked his car on the street near the aforementioned clinic with a visual on the main entrance. Other agents were posted at different places in case Victor left by a different entrance. Andy found it hard to keep focused on the task – his mind kept wandering back to the slaughterhouse meeting and he asked himself who the hell he could possibly convince to do this. He was at a dead end and it annoyed him. He’d given his word to Schwartz and it seemed as though he might have to go back on it.

“Chink bastard. Half the gangsters want to cut him down and take his place and does he give a fuck? Tending to his health, christ’s sake… I’m waiting for a man to get needles jammed in his ass,” Andy muttered.

It’s going to be a long night.
At that moment, as if to prove him wrong, an Asian woman left through the main entrance, her black mane fluttering behind her. She seemed to be floating rather than walking. He couldn’t look away. She might have been walking on the moon. Other than that, there was nothing unordinary about her, until she turned sharply to disappear down a dark alley next to the building in question. If he’d have been distracted for a moment, changing the channel on the radio, he would have missed her. As it was, he saw her perfectly with her long black coat and crisp white pants. Out of habit, he asked himself if she couldn’t be linked to Victor – certainly a woman venturing alone into such a sketchy alley at this time of night was suspicious, and this was all sufficient for Andy to leave his car and follow her. He wondered if she’d been a vision. He had no reason other than a gut compulsion to follow her, but it was strong enough that he neglected his number one rule: without a word, he abandoned his team and ventured out with no backup.

“I’m a goddamned fool, should get back to my position,” he grumbled.

He followed her to the end of the alley, and then a few paces along the street on the other side. She turned a corner. Andy was on her the whole time, certain he was going unnoticed. She stopped suddenly to enter a red metal door that seemed to lead into a warehouse. Andy hung back for a few minutes before following her through. He eased the door open and shut it gingerly behind him. A staircase, also metal, descended into a gloomy chasm. He cursed; you can’t walk a metal staircase silently. Creeping on tiptoe, he lowered himself into the void.

A giant basement opened before him. A light flickered in the distance, and that was it; he started toward it and was floored by a blow to the face.

He cried out in pain.

Here was a bloody mess: a sword at his throat, five hooded figures circling him menacingly.

“You move and I slash your throat.”

“I swear...I won’t move” Andy hissed, sprawled on the ground.

“Who are you!?” demanded the swordsman.

“My name is Patrick,” he lied. “I thought I heard screams from inside and came to make sure there was no one in trouble. That’s it. I swear!”

“Liar!” spat the man to the left of the swordsman.

“I’ll bet he works for Victor and saw everything at the clinic. Get rid of him before they all come after us!” said a female voice.

“Not so fast,” the swordsman muttered.

Roughly, he searched Andy and extracted his wallet from his coat pocket. He flipped it open and flashed Andy’s ID card and agent badge.

Shit.
Andy had a walkie-talkie on him with a panic button which, once activated, broadcast a GPS signal letting the other agents know where he was, and that he was in danger. If he didn’t press it he’d be dead in minutes; if he moved to press it the sword would open his throat. Either way, he was dying tonight.

“Andy Bane of CSIS! That’s interesting… and complicating,” said the swordsman.

“It’s actually very simple,” yelled another woman. “We should do him in and fuck off. We’re going to have the whole police and intelligence circus on our asses if we do otherwise.”

“Enough!” said the swordsman. “We’re not killing an intelligence agent. There’s no one coming. Our guest made a wrong turn. Isn’t that right?”

“Like hell,” Andy said, still grimacing. “You work for Leung and the woman… you set a trap for me. Isn’t
that
right?”

“Wrong! We never worked with that garbage. In fact, we were working
on
him, to put it one way. A personal history to settle, so to speak,” said the swordsman. “Your turn, Mr. Bane. How did you come to find yourself here?”

“I’m tailing that ‘garbage’, as you say, and I see a woman leave the clinic. I guessed she might lead me to the man I was tracking.”

The swordsman began to laugh. “Ahhh, I see. Congratulations, Andy, it’s quite a feat to tail this one. You must have good instincts.”

“Well, judging by my present clusterfuck I wouldn’t call them ‘good’.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“You should finish him!” ordered the female voice.

“Listen!” he commanded. “Let me handle this!.”

“You and your sixteen kinds of horseshit,” said the man by his side. The rest signalled their agreement.

“Perfect. Andy, I know you have a radio on you and you’re itching for the panic button. I’m offering you the opportunity to do it now, or leave right away, if you wish.”

Andy thought for a moment. If this was indeed a trap, he had to spit as soon as possible. However, his curiosity overcame his good judgement.

“No, I'll pass” he said at last.

“Ok. In that case... .”

Two black hoods came off, including the swordsman’s.

“Hi, Andy,” he said. “My name is Danny.”