Black Hawk Day Rewind: An action packed spy thriller (Mark Savannah Espionage Series Book 1) Read Free Page A

it under control. You have a problem relating to women. You don’t let go; you don’t want to let yourself go, but it's up to you - it's your choice. It's your mind, not your body.”
    “Professor, what has this got to do with my university results?” said Barnett, raising his voice suddenly, “It's none of your business; you are not my psychiatrist, nor my analyst!”
    Barnett felt mortally wounded. The mere fact that a stranger had studied him, had discovered his faults, and now wanted to return him to sender disregarding his brilliant academic record…made him furious.
    “Lower your voice,” replied Zimmermann, patiently. “I am not enjoying bulldozing into your dark areas against all rules and ethics, and I am not sending you away for the official reason that I just told you. But listen, if I don’t explain the reasons to you, you will give up sooner or later. You must know, you arrived here unexpectedly and you put both of us in danger without even imagining the black hole that you brought with you. I know you can make it; no matter how much you hate him, you're very much like your father, Cooper.”
    Barnett’s brain reeled furiously but he managed to sit still on his chair despite the unpleasant feeling of nausea taking over his stomach and throat, preventing him from responding.
    “My real name is Andrew Davis. I was in charge of the A squadron of the Delta Force in 1993 during the fighting in Mogadishu. I was your father’s…Turner’s most trusted friend.”
    Barnett was in a cold sweat. He felt dizzy, his nausea mounting. Seeing a pack of chewing gum on the professor's desk, without asking permission, he stuffed two in his mouth to release the tension in his stomach and avoid throwing up.
    “Turner was part of Intelligence, Barnett. He was not military, that was his cover. He specialized in counter-terrorism missions and he was a skilled negotiator. He probably got burned by an internal member of the agency who warned General Mohamed Farrah Aidid’s men.
    “The militiamen had nothing to do with this. Your father told me that something smelled rotten about some of the links of the CIA officers whose military training camps in Afghanistan in 1989 churned out budding terrorists who later flowed into Somalia.
    “That's all I know, but it was too much. When the anti-tank rocket hit the Humvee I was with him, somehow I survived. None of the others made it. They organized my “official” death, changed my name, and made me disappear to this country of fugitives and start a new life. I was lucky. Then you arrived here by chance. I discovered who you are, so others will have as well. Suddenly twenty years have been undone.
    “We’re both in danger if you stay here. I know they are watching me, and you should not think that you are completely immune either, but I want to help you. I owe you the explanation that your father was never able to give you before his death because, after tonight, you must never look for me again.”
     
    Barnett listened with the images printing in rapid sequence on his eyelids, like a movie shot by an unknown person. He could not even speak. The nausea had dissolved and his mind was crunching information at the speed of a latest generation microprocessor.
    This explained why the clinical study was in Argentina. Barnett was distracted for a moment, thinking about how fate continued to break over him in cyclical waves.
    “Your father, admittedly clumsily, tried to protect you from your mother. That's the reason he wanted you to go to West Point: so you would be independent. A military career is not necessarily tied to military service; it could have opened up new horizons for scientific studies, highly secretive and exciting. He was an upright man with strong ideals, which is why he fought to the end. He did not see you as weak, but he was afraid that your mother would make you so.”
    “What does my mother have to do with all this? She always suffered from my father’s