Henry faced Kirkpatrick across the highly polished galley table. It was 7.03am and raining in Washington, the brass barometer pointing to ‘Low’.
‘It’s very hard to call either way,’ Henry stated. ‘Everything Beesely has done has been to our advantage, and greatly so. We’re even meeting up next week in the Bahamas.’
‘But with the new strength of K2, can we take the risk of exposure?’ Kirkpatrick asked, of himself as much as of Henry, ‘After that bomb he will be on his guard, tougher than before. You saw what he did to the Nazi groups.’
Henry agreed. ‘I’ve arranged the removal of our assets in Switzerland, but we’ll need one hell of a distraction to get them out without being noticed.’ He sighed. ‘Decades of research have gone into this, it’s too valuable to risk - it’s either him or the project. No, Beesely may have to be sacrificed, and we’ll have to make that decision soon.’