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ene of devastation. Dead bodies everywhere. But where was his friend? Goran was nowhere to be seen. One of the bodies moved. He bent down over it. Darko. Suddenly his eyes opened. The two men looked at each other. There was blood coming from wounds in Darkos leg and back. Marko helped his comrade to his feet and into the trees. He stopped the blood and cleaned and dressed the wounds. Then he went back. One by one he checked the bodies. They were all dead. But there was no Goran. The two soldiers spent the night in the forest, in their waking moments wondering what to do next. By the early morning they had made up their mind. Darko didnt want to stay around. It was too dangerous. Marko wanted to wait and see whether his friend would appear. Darko thanked his comrade. Perhaps he had saved his life. He wished him luck and walked off into the forest without looking back. Marko waited until it was almost dark. But Goran didnt return. That night he set off walking into the mountains. 1. Decide if the statement is true (T) or false (F). [ check the answer ] 1. The attack took place outside a forest. T / F 2. There was a fire. T / F 3. The plane crashed after it dropped the bombs. T / F 4. Everyone survived the attack. T / F 5. Darko was injured. T / F 6. Marko refused to give Darko medical help. T / F 7. Marko and Darko left together to find a hospital. T / F 8. After breakfast Marko went into the mountains. T / F 2. Search out words from the text and match them with their synonyms given below. [ check the answer ] 1. dirt ............................. 2. noise ......................... 3. treat a wound ............ 4. injury ......................... 5. ruins .......................... 6. blow up ..................... 7. destroy ...................... 8. recover ...................... CHAPTER 2 THIS WOULD BE his last job before retirement. Harper knew the rules. Once you had been undercover twice you started to forget who you were. And you began to leave traces. That was dangerous. You were at risk at every moment. He understood, as did his bosses and the criminals, that all crime was connected in some way. There was a network that stretched over the world. It knew no boundaries. People moved from one part of it to another carrying information and telling stories. Whether you were on the side of good or the side of evil, sooner or later, someone would recognize you. It might be your voice, or your eyes, or the way you walked. And once you were recognized, it was over, one way or another. So he would do this last job, and at the end of it there would be one final identity for him, that of a free man. He had been contacted and told where to be at 10 on the last Monday morning in September. There was no Scotland Yard this time, as in previous meetings with Wilson. They were posing as businessmen, renting a room in a new luxury office building. He rushed in out of the rain, and signed in at reception. On seeing his name, the security guard directed him to the Blue Room on the twentieth floor. He went up in a glass lift on the outside of the building, watching the world grow smaller beneath his feet. Wilson was waiting for him on a white, leather sofa. It was the only thing in the room that wasnt blue. Outside, the Thames, under a heavy, grey sky, divided the city. Harper walked over to the sofa and shook hands with Wilson. "How are have you been away?" "I took your advice. Asia and then South America." "Not my idea of fun, but it looks like its done you good." Wilson was not a man for small talk unless it was part of the game. Harper knew it, and he knew that their safety depended on saying only what was necessary. They got down to business. "What are we dealing with this time?" "Well, this one is a complicated one. Were working on behalf of INTERPOL. Weve been working on it for quite some time. But now we can smell a breakthrough. Which is where you come " By now, Harper knew the business. They accessed peoples telephones and electronic communications, broke into their homes, and tracked their cars. They fished around for informers. Then, when the time was right, someone slipped undercover into their world. "We need someone with experience. Someone we know. Youre perfect for the job. And its unlikely that you would ever have crossed the paths of those involved. Theyre Balkan. They came onto our radar not long after the War ended in Yugoslavia and have been building up their business since. Its a dangerous business theyre involved in. But theyve established themselves. And now theyre too big to ignore." "Whats the business then?" "Books." Harper raised his eyebrows. "Books?" "Oh, youd be surprised. Theres no difference between books and any other commodity. The basic rules of economics apply - supply and demand. If supply is limited and demand high, prices are high. In this case, very high." "So these people are book thieves?" "Others do the stealing. I would rather call