Payne growled. ‘That’s not what I was talking about.’
‘Really? Then what’s bugging you?’
‘We don’t know where we’re going or what we’re involved in.’
Jones sighed, trying to get under Payne’s skin. ‘Fine! Be that way! Kaiser’s trying to surprise us, and you’re determined to ruin everything.’
Jones spun towards Kaiser, who was trying not to laugh. ‘Is the site in Germany?’
‘Yes,’ he answered.
‘Is the site secure?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can we bring weapons?’
‘If you like.’
‘Will we need them?’
‘Probably not.’
‘Are we dressed appropriately?’
Kaiser inspected their clothes. Both men were wearing cargo pants, long-sleeved shirts, and comfortable shoes. Perfect for where they were going. ‘Yes.’
‘What about snacks?’
‘Yes, there’s food at the site.’
Jones threw his arm around Payne’s shoulder and squeezed. ‘Come on, Jon. The man has
snacks
. How bad can it be?’
Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Germany
(59 miles south-west of Munich)
Garmisch and Partenkirchen were separate towns for over a thousand years, until Adolf Hitler forced them to combine prior to hosting the 1936 Winter Olympics. Located near the Austrian border, the picturesque town of nearly 30,000 people sits near two of the largest mountains in Germany: the Zugspitze and the Leutasch Dreitorspitze.
The helicopter circled above the valley for a few minutes, giving Payne and Jones an aerial view of the landscape before it touched down in a green pasture south-west of the town. A lush forest, filled with tall pines and rugged trails, started at the edge of the meadow, as if God had run out of grass and been forced to change the terrain at that very spot. In a span of less than ten feet, the topography went from flat and grassy to steep and rocky.
Although the sun was shining and the weather was pleasant, Payne and Jones had spent enough time in the mountains of Afghanistan to understand how drastically altitude could affect the weather. It was sixty-eight degrees where the chopper had landed, yet the peak above them was covered in snow. Depending on the length of their hike, they knew the temperature could drop significantly - especially after dark.
Jones swore under his breath, not thrilled with the possibilities. Despite years of training and hundreds of missions, there were few things he hated more than cold. And Payne knew it.
‘Looks
frigid
up there. I hope you packed your mittens,’ Payne taunted him.
Jones swore again, this time a little louder.
‘What was it that you said earlier? “The man has snacks. How bad can it be?” ‘ Payne asked in a mocking tone. ‘Well, I guess you’re about to find out.’
Unhappy with the turn of events, Jones was ready to unleash a string of four-letter words, but Kaiser cut him off before he had a chance. ‘The sun goes down around seven - even sooner where we’re headed. The trees choke out the light.’
Payne nodded in understanding. ‘Then we better get moving.’
Kaiser pulled a cargo bag from the belly of the chopper. ‘I’ve got flashlights and basic supplies. Everything else is at the site.’
‘How far away?’
‘Maybe thirty minutes.’
‘Not a problem,’ Payne said as he studied the forest. Starting at the edge of the meadow, a narrow path snaked its way up the hillside until it disappeared in the trees. ‘Out of curiosity, who owns this field?’
Kaiser walked towards him. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Why? Because we just landed a helicopter on it. Plus, if we need to haul something off the mountain, we’ll need to bring in a truck.’
‘Don’t worry. It’s taken care of.’
‘Meaning?’
Kaiser smiled. ‘Meaning, it’s taken care of. Seriously, Jon, you should relax. All I need you to do is figure out what we’re dealing with.’
Even though Kaiser had kept his word and filled in some details during their trip from Munich, Payne wasn’t comfortable with his role as consultant. Normally he was the man in charge of the mission, not the one with all the questions.
‘Sorry,’ Payne said, ‘force of habit.’
‘No need to apologize. Or worry. I’m telling you, Jon, this will be easy. You’ll be drinking beer at Oktoberfest before you know it.’
Payne forced a smile, hoping he was right. ‘Sounds good to me.’
‘It’s about freaking time,’ snapped Jones as he brushed past them and headed towards the trail. ‘The longer we wait, the colder it gets.’
Confused, Kaiser looked to Payne for an explanation. ‘What’s his problem?’
‘Unfortunately, there are too many to name.’
All things considered, the hike was a simple one. The weather was mild, the ground was dry and the path was well defined. Someone had marked the way with chalk, placing an X on trees in order to highlight the route. Every once in a while, there would be a circle or a square or an arrow pointing to the left or right, but Kaiser explained they were ‘dummy signs’ meant to confuse intruders. Payne and Jones weren’t sure who would follow symbols in the middle of the woods - unless Robert Langdon was in town - but they took it in their stride. Until they knew what had been discovered, they weren’t sure how much caution was necessary.
‘We’re almost there,’ Kaiser assured them. He reached into his bag and pulled out a two-way radio equipped with
GPS
. ‘I have to let them know we’re approaching.’
‘And if you don’t?’ Payne asked.
‘They’ll shoot us,’ he explained.
Jones, who was leading the way, stopped instantly. ‘Good to know.’
Kaiser turned on the unit, then mumbled several words in German. A few seconds later, a short response crackled through the speaker.
Kaiser nodded in understanding. ‘Okay, we’re clear. It’s just up ahead.’
But Jones refused to move. ‘That’s okay. I’ll wait.’
‘For what?’ Kaiser wondered.
‘For a white guy to take the lead.’
‘You’re such a racist,’ Payne said as he walked past Jones. For as long as they had been friends, race had never been an issue, so they felt comfortable teasing each other about the subject. In their friendship, very few things were off limits.
‘Maybe so,’ Jones mumbled, ‘but my black ass is still alive.’
‘Because you’re a coward. A racist coward.’
‘A coward?’ Jones hustled to catch up with his best friend. ‘Did you just call me a coward? I swear, if I wasn’t so damn scared of you, I’d punch you in the face.’
Payne was going to tease him some more when he spotted something in the trees. Instinctively he froze and threw a clenched fist into the air. In the military this meant stop and shut up because a threat had been detected. Jones saw the sign and instantly obeyed. No questions, no debate, no sound of any kind. During his career, the signal had saved his life many times. He wasn’t about to challenge it now.
‘What’s wrong?’ Kaiser asked.
Jones turned and signalled for him to be quiet. A moment later, Payne pointed to the right, letting them know where danger was lurking. Jones nodded and calmly pulled a gun from his belt. The Sig Sauer had been tucked underneath his shirt at the small of his back. From the front of the group, Payne did the same, drawing his weapon with a steady hand.
One moment they were joking around. The next, they were ready to kill.
As if someone had flipped a switch.
‘Where are your men?’ Payne asked as he dropped into a crouch.
‘Up ahead, guarding the site.’
‘All of them?’
‘I don’t know,’ Kaiser admitted.
‘Get on your radio and find out.’
‘But I just talked to—’
Payne cut him off. ‘Do you
like
your men? If so, get a head count.’
‘But—’
‘Listen,’ Payne explained. ‘If I send
DJ
into the woods, he’s going to take out anyone he sees. And trust me when I say this, he’s very good at what he does.’
‘I’m like a ninja,’ Jones assured him.
‘Therefore, for the sake of your men,
please
ask them where they are. Otherwise, this is going to get messy.’
Kaiser nodded, concerned and exhilarated at the exact same time. He had heard stories about the duo, but had never seen them in action until this moment. Needless to say, he was impressed by their performance. ‘No problem. I’ll call them right now.’
Kaiser turned on the radio and started whispering in German. His message was longer than before, and a lot more urgent. So was the response from the guards. About halfway through, a smile surfaced on Kaiser’s lips.
‘It’s okay,’ he said, breathing a sigh of relief. ‘Richter was just taking a piss.’
‘A piss?’ Jones lowered his weapon. ‘That piss almost cost him his dick.’
‘I’ll be sure to tell him.’
Despite the explanation, Payne remained on high alert - unable to fully relax until he got more details from Kaiser. ‘Who are these guys?’
Kaiser frowned. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Why? Because they’re armed, and I know nothing about them.’
‘Fair enough,’ he said. ‘They’re men I’ve used before. Men I trust.’
‘And their backgrounds?’
‘German.’
‘Yeah, I figured that out on my own.’
‘What’s wrong?’ Jones asked.
‘Nothing’s wrong,’ Payne said, forcing a smile. ‘I just wanted to know who we’re dealing with. Better safe, than sorry. Right?’
Jones stared at him, trying to read his expression. ‘And you’re cool?’
Payne nodded, ever so slowly. ‘Yeah, I’m cool.’
‘Great!’ Kaiser exclaimed. ‘Then what are we waiting for? We’re almost there.’
While approaching the site, Payne and Jones kept their heads on a swivel. Not only because armed guards were watching their every move, but because the duo still didn’t know what Kaiser had discovered in this desolate stretch of woods. Or exactly why they had been summoned.
For the past twenty-four hours, Kaiser had been less than generous with the details, keeping information to himself for security reasons. Or so he claimed. At first, they were willing to let it slide because of their history with Kaiser. They trusted him and knew he wouldn’t have flown them to Germany for something trivial or illegal. But the longer the mystery lingered, the longer he kept them in the dark about their role, the more suspicious they became.
‘Ten o’clock,’ Payne whispered to Jones. ‘Behind the fallen rocks.’
Jones glanced in that direction and nodded. Although Kaiser’s men were dressed in woodland camouflage - a mixture of greens, browns and black that was perfect for this terrain - Payne and Jones had spotted four guards in less than a minute. An amazing feat in dim light.
‘Unbelievable,’ Kaiser gushed. ‘You found them all.’
‘Not yet,’ Payne said. He pointed to the hillside that overlooked the site. ‘Twelve o’clock, on the ledge. There’s a bird’s nest up there.’
Bird’s nest was military slang for an elevated sniper position.
‘Nice spot,’ Jones said. ‘Good protection, wide field of fire. And high enough to take a nap without the other guards knowing. That’s where I’d set up with a camouflage blanket.’
Kaiser studied the rock face. ‘Sorry. I forgot about him.’
‘Somehow I doubt that. But if you did, it makes me wonder,’ Payne said.
‘About what?’
‘What else you’ve forgotten to tell us.’
Kaiser grimaced when he heard the tone of Payne’s voice. Usually playful, it was now tinged with distrust. ‘
Forgotten?
Nothing about the site.
Omitted?
Plenty. But I promise, there’s a method to my madness. Once you see what we’ve discovered, you’ll understand why I brought you here. Not only that, you’re going to thank me for my discretion.’
Payne stared at him. ‘Who’s
we
?’
Kaiser blinked a few times. ‘Excuse me?’
‘You said
we
discovered the site. Whom were you talking about?’
‘Come on, Jon. Did you really think I found this place on my own? Look at my stomach. See the way the fat hangs over my belt? Do I look like I climb mountains in my free time?’
‘Not unless they’re made of sausage,’ Jones teased.
Payne rolled his eyes. ‘In that case, who found it?’
‘A friend of the deceased.’
‘And when did you get involved?’
Kaiser explained. ‘As luck should have it, I was notified right after the site was discovered. Due to the embarrassing nature of the hunter’s death - getting crushed by a flying pig - a colleague of mine was paid good money to move the corpse to a secondary location, one that would be more dignified. He made it look as though the hunter died in a fall.’
‘This colleague of yours. Is he your partner?’
Kaiser shook his head. ‘Thankfully, my colleague owed me several favours, so I traded them for the rights to the site. Personally, I think it was a bargain.’