Thursday 4th March
Tyson looked across from the island of Ile D'Yeu across the Bay of Biscay towards the Loire Valley. The sun was rising and most of the senior Brethren had been put under his care. He had placed more than thirty people around the castle watching people coming and going and knew that there island position meant that they could be cut off in bad weather.
A part of him regretted that so much death and destruction had been caused by Levettes own hand. He believed in the Brethren and he was a loyal member but their latest actions in destroying Paris had pushed him over the edge.
A bitterness formed in his throat as he stood on the western shore at the rear of the castle where no one was looking and no one would be up.
White seagulls cried in the distance as Tyson looked on as a boat he was expecting came into view as dawn was beginning to break over the Bay of Biscay. Tyson had managed to send out a message requesting that he needed to leave the island. The Brethren weren't suspicious and trusted him. Yet Tyson knew that it was their mistake.
He was going to defect and betray his group. The Brethren was no longer what he thought it was. Assassinations and killing enemies was one thing he thought but targeting civilians going about their business was a step to far.
The small fishing boat, La Fayette, came into view and a smaller boat emerged to pick him up. The morning haze obscured Tyson's departure as he got to the shore, near La Rochelle and he looked around to make sure that he hadn't been seen or followed.
He walked to a parked car that he had planted on the shore days before. Tyson knew he was vulnerable and he drove to Paris. It was a risky move but he knew he had to make it.
Tyson drove his car to Charles De Gaulle airport and parked his car. Here was where he knew the interior minister would be as the government had setup a crisis response centre to deal with the Paris bombing. Tyson was eager to speak to Minister Jaro and he had left all his weapons behind and walked to a checkpoint. Security was tight and guards checked cars and people for anything explosive.
A large security guard looked to him warily as jet engines whined in the distance and distant clouds start to drizzle close by "Please state your business."
Tyson smiled "I would like to speak to Minister Jaro please."
The guard laughed at him mockingly "Do you have an appointment?"
Tyson had anticipated this and he brought out a piece of paper with him explaining the type of bomb used in Paris. The piece of paper contained details that few would know about.
"Show this to your boss."
The guard looked at Tyson and wondered who this guy was but he obliged. After a few calls, a dark tinted black saloon emerged minutes later and out came two large security people wearing wires and they both had a focused look. Tyson smiled knowing he had got their attention. He was motioned over to the black saloon. The window wound down and inside was Minister Jaro.
Minister Jaro recognised him and he was stone faced "Please get in."
Tyson got in and the saloon was soon driving briskly through the French countryside and away from the airport.
Minister Jaro looked at him and said "Your lucky my guys didn't shoot you on sight."
Tyson knew he was being played "Why didn't you?"
Minister Jaro explained as the French landscape of fields whizzed passed them by "Because of the boldness that you showed walking up to a government building like that. Your either stupid or courageous."
Tyson opened his jacket pocket and he brought out a thick brown file. The minister looked at the papers and it contained details of the Brethren. Included in the file was the Brethren's activities, key people and everything needed to bring them down.
"You want to defect?"
Tyson said "That and to warn you that the Brethren are expecting to be stormed by a large number of people. We've got thirty people now but we could have two hundred tomorrow."
The minister could see what Tyson was saying. The idea of their being more casualties wasn't appealing and France had suffered enough.
Minister Jaro said "What do you propose?"
Tyson said "Two people are enough to get inside without being suspected. The Brethren are meeting in three days and they will put in place plans for further strikes and operations."
Minister Jaro wasn't convinced "Two people. What can they possibly do?"
Tyson suggested "I propose you have your men ready to go and drop in by plane under the cover of darkness."
Minister Jaro looked to Tyson as the black saloon headed back towards the airport "Why not you?"
The car stopped as Tyson smiled and he said "Because I'll be at the meeting. The Brethren don't know that I am here. I have said to my people that I needed to talk to my contacts. I will return tomorrow morning and wait for your call. There is a boat that leaves every morning for the island at eight o'clock dropping off supplies. The meeting will take place two hours later. Get your people ready."
Tyson handed him a note with a number that he could be contacted at.
Tyson got out of the car and he said nothing. Minister Jaro drove back into the airport and he knew that he needed help and he knew who could help him. He knew where Jasmine was from conversations he had with her mother and knew she was the best person to help and ordered his driver to make an unscheduled trip.