Free The Somali Deception Episode IV (A Cameron Kincaid Serial) by Daniel Arthur Smith

  “May I have a
look?”
    Cameron glanced at Alastair then
back into the eyes of Demetrius.   “Rex
Mundi, King of the World,” said Cameron.
    “King of the what?” asked
Alastair.
    Cameron’s brow furrowed.   “A terrorist group Pepe and I stumbled
upon up in Canada.”
    Pepe added, “More like a secret
cult.   They carry these
daggers.   Cameron and I have quite a
collection.”
    Cameron stepped back from the
Greek.   “The Rex Mundi operatives we
encountered were soldiers.   The
person that told us about the Rex Mundi implied the people running the show
were quite well off.”
    Demetrius smiled and
nodded.   “Your friend was quite
correct,” he said.   “Then again she
is well versed in our ways.”
    Cameron heard the word ‘is’ and
that meant that the Rex Mundi never tracked down Nicole, and that they were
unaware of what had happened to Marie.   They were unaware that Marie had died in the cabin on Lake Ontario, a
victim of the Rex Mundi’s pursuit.   To realize that Demetrius Stratos was part of the twisted clandestine
organization that had relentlessly pursued him and the two innocent women of
faith he had escorted from New York to Canada, wretched his stomach.
    As if looking into Cameron’s
mind Demetrius said, “The cell put into action was very sloppy.”   Demetrius shifted his body back toward
the center of the cabin and at the same time, he twirled the dagger from his palm,
toward his other hand, so that an index finger was on each end, and then he
began to playfully roll the knife in concentric circles, appearing to amuse
himself while he spoke.   “Ironic
that I now owe you a total of three counts of gratitude, Mister Kincaid.”
    “Yes, ironic,” said Cameron.
    “You saved my son.”   Demetrius flashed his eyes at Nikos then
back to his dagger.   “Well, you and
I both thought you saved him, just the same, and you alerted me to this, shall
we say situation.   The greatest
thanks I bare, is for the extermination of that cockroach Dada.”   He locked his eyes onto Pepe.   “More accordingly I should thank you.”
    In a challenge to himself,
Demetrius began to spin the dagger more rapidly.
    “Dada you see, was not long for
power anyway, a mere pawn.   Worse
Dada resisted the true powers that be, colluding with my own son.”   Demetrius shook his head, “tsk, tsk,
tsk.”
    Demetrius simultaneously
straightened his neck and stopped the rotation of the dagger.   “Things are in place for a reason.”   Reduced to a toy, he clutched the dagger
by the hilt yet held the knife away from himself, inspecting the ornament and
design.   The object appeared foreign
to him.   “You know my family, during
and before World War II, were Nazi collaborators.”   He met eyes with Cameron and nodded his
head.   “Really, we were.”   He then turned to Alastair.   “Immediately after the war we allied
with the British.   Before all of
that, we collaborated with the Turks, and the Brits again before that, always a
grander plan spinning the wheel.”   He moved the hand holding the dagger in a broad circle to illustrate.
    Demetrius stopped for an
elaborate pause, the attention of the four other men in the room drawn to the
hovering metal blade, drawn to him.
    “Look, we need these people,
like Dada and Abbo, to serve a purpose.   We create them by employing them to service a need.   To transfer commodities under the guise
of a hijacking, to fulfill insurance contracts that finance new fleets,
mercenaries to eliminate non-players, hell the Chinese need a place to send the
floating fish factory ships that feed their masses, food after all means
power.   All these and other tasks
need to be performed.”
    “Like dumping toxic waste in the
open sea,” said Pepe.
    Demetrius absently nodded at
Pepe.   “Those men like Dada and Abbo
are minions of a market, men like myself created.   One might say --,” Demetrius paused
again.   He glared into the shine of
the metal