Michael smiled like the cat that had just eaten the canary. “I want to thank you John, for doing a marvelous job. Because of you, I’ve been able to finish what I needed to do here, and I will be able to retire rather comfortably.”

“Where is the VX,” I asked.

“You figured that out? You are good, John. I won’t deny it. The Muslim Brotherhood approached me to obtain certain items for them. I know of a Russian general who had a desire for a better lifestyle than he could obtained on a government pension. I say had because shortly after he delivered, there was a tragic accident. Somehow I think the GRU doesn’t like capitalistic tendencies in their chemical corp commanders.”

“GRU?” I said.

“Russian Military Intelligence. I took possession once the Russians got it into Iraq. I hired someone with the skills necessary to transfer the VX into the final containers and then I distributed them to their destinations.”

“If by the Russians you mean Ulinov, he says you owe him six million Euro’s”.

Michael laughed.