Rudek, a thickset fellow in his late forties, greets agents he knows with a shoulder clasp and politely vague inquiries about health and career: “Glad to hear that thing got cleared up. Let me know if I can help again.” To agents he doesn’t know, he is affable but professional.
A fixer well known to (and trusted by) at least one agent. Rudek isn’t a money man; he puts jobs together for people who pay him for his people skills and for their own anonymity. He has a shadowy background in Balkan intelligence that became a nice sideline in arms dealing during the wars in Bosnia and Kosovo. Now, he lives a life of low profile leisure in various Mediterranean fleshpots.