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In his suite, the assassin settled back to review the happenings during the last weeks.
His hit was living with a Jeff Matthews, and this Matthews complicated the hit enormously. He was an enigma as far as the assassin was concerned. Matthews had been a Lieutenant in the army, but, even with the assassin’s contacts, he could find little detail about Matthews’ career. He did discover that the man was an electrical engineer who had at one time traveled a lot, both in completing engineering projects as well as selling law enforcement-related merchandise. He had no record, not even a traffic ticket.
There were some trade articles that mentioned Frank Wainwright, a multibillionaire who, according to the trade magazine, had purchased the patents to several of Matthews’ inventions. He had found another article about Wainwright that said he had sold Matthews a multimillion-dollar conference building located high in the Rocky Mountains near Denver.
The assassin had spent much time and money to learn everything he could about Matthews, but there were things that were obviously missing. He couldn’t find anything about Matthew’s discharge from the army, but none of the current pictures — and there were few of them — ever showed him in uniform. Yet, reportedly, there was an army facility on what had to be Matthews’ property. There were multiple articles about an underground fortress he had built that the public had used during the Miadax raids, but it seemed that no one ever mentioned being inside the conference building that was once owned by Wainwright.
Apparently, Matthews had deep pockets and had freely shared his apparent wealth with various charities as well as individuals in need, yet no one seemed actually to know him. The assassin picked up some interesting information in an overheard conversation in a café in Winter Park. Some of it had to be exaggerated by the two old guys who were talking, but if half what they said was true, Matthews had an enormous harem of the most beautiful women on the planet. One of the old men had sworn that he had seen him at Martha’s Restaurant several times with an entourage of what was obviously his women.
Tanaka had said that his wife had run to her lover and was living with Matthews on this mountain. According to Tanaka, Matthews had somehow lured Tanaka’s wife from their marriage, and she was now living as a sex slave with him. Usually, the assassin wouldn’t care about the details, and this had started the same way, but as he learned tidbit by tidbit, and he spent more and more money in learning those tidbits, he had become engrossed with the whole thing. Any idiot could tell that Tanaka was a lying bastard on his good days — if he had any — and normally, the assassin would not care one way or the other as long as he received his pay. He had contracted to kill Tanaka’s wife, and she was just a target, but the more reports he read, and the more contact he had with the man, the more he detested the little bastard.
I told him not to lie to me and even explained that I could get myself killed because of decisions I made that were based on false information. And, dammit, I emphasized it, then repeated it. Yet, the ass has lied to me over and over. And those lies are just the ones I caught. How many more lies has he showered me with? He said he had been a good husband, honoring his wife and children. And ... when I checked, there was nothing at any of the Denver hospitals under her name, but something didn’t smell right. When I upped the bribe amount, my contacts suddenly found that his wife had been treated under assumed names and at several hospitals, enough times to set up a pattern of serious abuse. None of which, according to him, ever happened. If he lied about her propensity for being mysteriously beaten up and treated under assumed names, what else did he lie about? Will any of those lies result in my getting myself killed when I try to take out my target? Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about why he wants her killed, but as I dig deeper, I continue to find more and more of his lies. I have always hated woman beaters. If you can’t live with them, then get the hell out of the situation. There is no reason to beat on that little woman. Suddenly, I find myself doing what I said I would never do, and that is to feel remorse for my target.And there is another thing. From what I can determine, this Matthews has connections, not just with the army, but with the FBI. Do I really want that bunch of hoodlums aware of me? They play by their own rules, and I’ve heard that if they want you badly enough and can’t legitimately get anything on you, they’ll make it up and swear before a judge that it happened.
My target is living in this Matthews’ Retreat — as they call it — atop that mountain with only one way up there. From what I can determine, there is absolutely no way to gain entrance to the grounds, let alone the building, except by that driveway. My sources tell me that some have tried, and they were never heard from again. I personally know of one group, and they were definitely professionals. Unless the rumors are out and out lies, they didn’t even make it to the driveway of this Retreat. The entire team was blown to pieces by helicopter missile fire.
All the information I could dig up from the news agencies said a terrorist group had been caught as they prepared to attack an army facility. As far as I’m concerned, that sums it up about whether Matthews is still in the military.
The only possible way to take out my target, as far as I can determine, will involve Matthews, since she lives in his home and seems always to be around him. That will mean taking him out first. Yeah, right. Piece of cake — fucking not. My investigations have turned up two more attempts by professionals trying to take out Matthews, and there were two more rumored to have happened. It seems that if the cops are even called, they have no jurisdiction because it’s an army facility.
Back to that bastard lying to me. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit unless the lie caused problems with the hit, but I managed to get some copies of the hospital’s pictures of her injuries on one occasion. She’s a tiny woman, and with what he did to her, I’m amazed he didn’t kill her. According to my sources, this was routine for him, and only his money has kept him out of prison. I told that bastard not to lie to me. Normally, I wouldn’t give a shit about what he has done, but the bastard’s lies are beginning to irritate me. Now he expects me to do to this little woman what he seems unable to do himself.I think there is only one possible time that Matthews, and therefore the hit, is vulnerable. And that isn’t a very frequent thing. Despite Matthews’ security, I think I might have a good chance of getting the job done, but escaping afterward seems to be just on the other side of fucking impossible. I’ve managed to make fairly close contact with Matthews and his group twice, which included the target. Even then, I was never closer than twenty feet from her and then for only a moment. There were six that I’m certain were Security that came into the restaurant with them. Even if I had been set up and waiting, I wouldn’t have been able to get a clear shot off, and I can’t see any way to use poison. His Security seems beyond professional, and I know they would have lit me up before I could have come to my feet, let alone gotten clear of the restaurant. And that was just the Security I saw. No telling how many were there posing as customers that I overlooked. This Matthews is serious about his security.
Oh, well, from what I hear, they frequent Martha’s Restaurant, but as far as I can tell, they seldom, if ever, go anywhere else to eat. That afternoon, they walked through as a group, winding up in a big room set aside for them. The building is new and looks expensive, but I overheard the Winter Park people talking about the restaurant giving locals a different, and far cheaper price. However, I can’t imagine that being the reason for Matthews and his group frequenting the place.
There were multiple waiters and waitresses attending to the group each time I was there when they came in. I suspect that Matthews tipped well, but I wasn’t able to see them well enough to tell whether or not that was true. But they damn sure got service.
The house I rented in Winter Park is only a couple of miles away from Martha’s, and I go there frequently as well as a really small “Mom and Pop” restaurant in downtown Winter Park. I struck a gold mine in both restaurants when I mentioned that I’m a writer who needs solitude while I finish my next book. I dropped a couple of quotes from a book written by an author who writes under a pseudonym. One waitress at Martha’s picked up on it, and suddenly I’m this mysterious author. That’s all it took, well, that and sitting there drinking coffee and taking notes seemed to seal the deal. Since I always leave a little extra when I stay awhile, neither the owner of either restaurant nor the waitresses seem to mind if I hang around for an hour or so, and I never do it when they’re busy. Suddenly, I’m one of the group, in part, because of their curiosity. I told them that my asking questions was because I want my books to be realistic about daily life. They, particularly the old guys, have been a fantastic source of rumor information. With Matthews obviously having a harem, he and his group are always high on the guys’ gossip list. I guess old people, particularly in a town of Winter Park’s size, have little to do other than gab about what’s supposedly going on.
Since I wear hearing aids, they assume I can’t hear well and probably say more around me than they normally would. If they knew how sensitive the hearing aids can be set, there would be some embarrassed people. The aids were designed to help gather information, and they can be controlled by an app on my phone.
The assassin was in Buenos Aires on business — a bribe to pay a government official — and as he lay there thinking, his mind shifted to that subject. No telling what they think I do, but the locals never bother me or question my comings and goings. I do not use drugs — any assassin who does is a fool — but they probably think I bring them in with my trips about the world. Whatever, they leave me alone and don’t meddle in my business, so the bribe and the resulting misdirection are worth it.
Now to gradually accelerate my visits to Martha’s until I’m deeply ingrained as a regular, but before I return to the States, I have some very pleasant things to do at home. One of those things involves Antonia, he thought as a smile crossed his face as sleep overtook him.
The Retreat
Jeff, Ann and Arlene sat in Jeff’s office, the two girls with soft drinks, while Jeff had his usual coffee.
One look at their husband’s face, and they knew something was wrong. “What’s wrong, Husband?” Ann asked.
“I ... uh, nothing serious to the most of us, but it will certainly be important to you two.”
“You’re going to cancel the parade,” Arlene said while staring hard at Jeff.
The Prime let out an audible sigh. “I know how much you two have worked on this, but ... Well, after we became involved in trying to locate Selina’s Mom and Dad, the General and I both began to realize that it isn’t time for a victory parade just yet. I don’t imagine that those who have lost loved ones to the Miadax, or the ones who have no place to live and have to look to the military for food, think much about us having won the war. If you look at the overall picture, there wasn’t a large loss of life compared to the world’s population. However, I’ll bet that those places that were hit hard, such as the area where Phillip and Dessie supposedly are, will disagree — mightily.”
“So, all the training was for nothing?” Arlene said barely loud enough to be heard.
“I think there will be time for a victory parade, but not just now. I suppose it brought it home to me when we talked about having you search for Dessie and Phillip with the interceptors. It is guaranteed, as Fred pointed out, that someone would eventually look up and scream, ‘Aliens.’ Cooler heads would eventually come to the fore, I suppose, but once the rumor was started, no telling where it would wind up. It takes little to nothing to panic a crowd.
“Besides,” he said as he came from behind his desk, “you have had some valuable training in your interceptors. Arlene, you excelled at managing your Wing in combat, and now you have had your first real dose of managing personnel under other conditions.”
“You might not feel that way if the bastard calls me out,” Arlene grumbled.
“What?” he growled with his attention now locked on his wife.
“Somebody left Arlene a computer printout in the aviators’ training room,” Ann broke in as she handed it to him, “that says Worthington is going to call her out to a duel.” After a second, she added, “Just the way that Colonel did you.”
Jeff’s face paled as he read the note, something neither wife had ever seen happen to that extent.
“When did you get this?” he asked, his voice cold.
“Yesterday,” Ann got out.
“Ann, I told you that I would handle it. You shouldn’t have shown him the note. It will get the person who sent it in trouble. He has already run a fairly steep risk just doing what he did. Besides, we don’t have any factual evidence that Worthington is going to do anything. He could just say that someone has it in for him and is trying to set him up.”
“Yeah, I can see your point, but I’ll make sure he understands that retaliation against the person who sent the note will be a very bad idea. Either way, you’re out of it, Arlene. I’ll handle it from here,” the Prime said with finality.
“You can’t, Husband,” Arlene protested. “What would that look like to the rest of the crews?”
“It would look like a Colonel straightening out a troublemaker,” he snapped. “I would damn sure do it to him if he had tried his shit with anyone else. Why not you?”
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