04.6 The Wolf Pack
By windrose
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Three hours later, his boat crawled towards Colonia del Sacramento. The pilot left a while ago when the skyline appeared clearly visible on a bright day. The sea was not rough. He saw the big ferry on the edge of the sea few miles out going to Buenos Aires. There was a moment he felt scared to see bobbing swells in the deep blue ocean. It was an old little craft and an equally exhausted little diesel engine making a lot of fumes while vibrating on loose foundation bolts but the wood work and deck polish still stand out. Seeing the lighthouse, he made towards the shore and noticed the shoal extending miles. He kept out for a while until he saw another boat coming out. He steered in and figured the pier and a little marina. Yunis turned towards the bank on the west and hit some rocks where the boat engine failed.
He grabbed the briefcase and jumped into water at hip-level. Yunis made it over the rocks to a rocky shore covered of green grass and bare roots of trees.
Yunis climbed the old town of Colonia and walked up a narrow lane paved of boulder rocks and tiny houses on either side with pink stain on the walls and plaster in flakes. “Stone Age!” he sighed, “Nothing has changed since the Portuguese invasion!” He strolled up Calle de los Susprisos – Street of Sighs.
He got nothing in his pocket, his wallet and firearms, all gone. He found a little motel on the other side of the stone-laid Plaza Mayor and booked in first to stash away the money. Then he called James Sinclair.
He arrived after dusk. They descended into water and reached the boat run aground. That big moon Yunis saw last night climbed in the sky creating sparkling ripples on water.
“Holy Cow!” cried James Sinclair.
“Castillo betrayed us,” claimed Yunis, “They wanted to send back the body.”
“With a bullet in the back!”
“No bullet. They lied. I don’t know how he died. It must be during the grilling.”
“Well, we’ll have to send the body back to Switzerland. They won’t believe a word we say. How the hell did it end up with us!”
“They will do a post-mortem.”
A post-mortem was carried out in Switzerland. Borys Jasinski died from heart attack, probably on Sunday – 17th August. They could find no unusual or toxic substance in his body.
He died of fear. He was scared to death to witness a medical team in white coats and armed guards around. This team didn’t have a chance to ask one question. It fell in shambles. Utterly unexpected. Juan Carlos Bauzá asked them to put him in a van and burn it.
When he mentioned Rubicon and delay cycle in the algorithm, Argentinean scientists wanted to investigate deeply and extended the abduction. Borys Jasinski would not be able to explain the algorithm because those complex components were manufactured by Motorola with their very own technology. Though, it did harm to the reputation of Crypto AG but there was not enough proof to stand a claim. It did little to mistrust Crypto AG products or drop their cipher machines.
Iran accused a Crypto salesman by the name of Hans Buehler of leaking their encryption codes to Western Intelligence. Buehler was arrested in 1992 and interrogated for nine months in a Tehran jail. He was freed after Crypto AG posted bail of one million US Dollars to Iran. Soon after his release, Crypto AG dismissed Buehler and sought to recover the money from him personally.
Swiss and Polish authorities demanded an explanation from the United States. Tony Yunis acted on his own interest in favour of a drug cartel. He was relieved from duty a year ago for forging a passport. There was no CIA involvement whatsoever. Argentinean authorities demanded an apology.
Avenue Palace Hotel never received a guest by the name of Borys Jasinski who did actually enter the country. The hotel remained closed. None of his belongings was recovered. Banco de la Nación was expecting Jasinski but never knew that he arrived.
In 1989, Tony Yunis flew to Argentina, and using his pseudonym of Jamal Carreon, put all his money in a bank in Buenos Aires.
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