arrived?” He looked at his subordinate with a glare.
Mooky was suddenly delinquent. He quickly recovered.
“I was just leaving to do that P. JJ was going to help me.” Mooky looked to his friend for help.
“Yeah—Yeah, same place we used last trip. No problem, be back in an hour.” JJ got up and glared at Mooky as he left the room.
“Very good.” Profit smiled as his breakfast was placed in front of him. “Are you still here?” He looked at Mooky.
Mooky turned and followed JJ out of the room.
“Boy needs a shock collar,” he joked.
• • •
Sam was out the door and racing to his car with the gym bag in his hand. He managed to pull out onto Tropicana Avenue in time to fall in behind Mooky and JJ in Profit’s car. He was glad he had decided to finish the assembly that morning. They continued down Tropicana toward the airport, and then pulled into a detail shop with a long automatic carwash. The cars were lined up waiting to get in. The desert really laid a layer of dust on everything. It looked like the business catered to limousine and hotel vehicles. The drivers could be seen gathered in the waiting area out of the heat, drinking coffee while they waited for their cars. Sam pulled his car right up to the rear of Profit’s car and got out with the gym bag in hand. As he turned to go to the office, a young Hispanic-looking kid ran up to him. After a brief Spanish phrase, he snatched the key out of Sam’s hand, replaced it with a numbered piece of paper, and with a smile was gone. Sam smiled. Perfect.
He turned and walked to the rear of the building where the cars entered the gate. Another young man was busy spraying down the cars and sliding plastic over any rear window wipers as they entered. He didn’t even look up as Sam took up a position leaning against the wall. From this position he was out of sight of the crowd inside and had a good view of the parking lot. The next car, a nice Lexus, was pulled up to the gate. As the driver bailed out and ran back to the parking lot, Sam casually stepped forward to inspect the interior. He stepped back as the track engaged, and it was pulled forward to receive its spraying. He repeated the move with the next car, a Cadillac SUV. Profit’s car was next. Sam unzipped the bag to expose the device. With one hand he reached in and connected the detonator bundle to the screw connection to complete the circuit. He spun the wing nut down till it was tight. The bomb was no longer safe. As Profit’s car was pulled forward, he again stepped forward to admire the interior. As he bent over to gaze into the passenger side window, he quickly dropped to the ground, pulled the bomb from the bag, and placed it on the inside of the frame directly under the passenger seat. The magnet grabbed onto the frame with a bang that startled Sam. He gave it a quick tug to ensure it was in place, and then casually rose and returned to his position leaning against the wall. Out of the corner of his sunglasses he checked on the attendant spraying the cars. Not even looking in his direction. A look across the parking lot revealed no one else. Sam checked out the two cars going through after his in the same manner before walking to the other side of the building to await his car. The same smiling boy drove it out where it was attacked by an army of other young boys with towels. After a quick rubdown the boy ran up with his keys. Sam peeled off enough cash to pay for the wash, and left the young man a big tip. Sam pulled out into eastbound traffic until he could pull a U-turn. He then proceeded into the Burger King across the street from the carwash. He watched out the window as Profit’s car was vacuumed and dusted inside. The tires were treated without the bomb being discovered. Sam finished his chicken sandwich just as Mooky and JJ pulled out and headed back to the hotel.
Sam followed a few minutes later.
• • •
Profit and his crew
Mooky was suddenly delinquent. He quickly recovered.
“I was just leaving to do that P. JJ was going to help me.” Mooky looked to his friend for help.
“Yeah—Yeah, same place we used last trip. No problem, be back in an hour.” JJ got up and glared at Mooky as he left the room.
“Very good.” Profit smiled as his breakfast was placed in front of him. “Are you still here?” He looked at Mooky.
Mooky turned and followed JJ out of the room.
“Boy needs a shock collar,” he joked.
• • •
Sam was out the door and racing to his car with the gym bag in his hand. He managed to pull out onto Tropicana Avenue in time to fall in behind Mooky and JJ in Profit’s car. He was glad he had decided to finish the assembly that morning. They continued down Tropicana toward the airport, and then pulled into a detail shop with a long automatic carwash. The cars were lined up waiting to get in. The desert really laid a layer of dust on everything. It looked like the business catered to limousine and hotel vehicles. The drivers could be seen gathered in the waiting area out of the heat, drinking coffee while they waited for their cars. Sam pulled his car right up to the rear of Profit’s car and got out with the gym bag in hand. As he turned to go to the office, a young Hispanic-looking kid ran up to him. After a brief Spanish phrase, he snatched the key out of Sam’s hand, replaced it with a numbered piece of paper, and with a smile was gone. Sam smiled. Perfect.
He turned and walked to the rear of the building where the cars entered the gate. Another young man was busy spraying down the cars and sliding plastic over any rear window wipers as they entered. He didn’t even look up as Sam took up a position leaning against the wall. From this position he was out of sight of the crowd inside and had a good view of the parking lot. The next car, a nice Lexus, was pulled up to the gate. As the driver bailed out and ran back to the parking lot, Sam casually stepped forward to inspect the interior. He stepped back as the track engaged, and it was pulled forward to receive its spraying. He repeated the move with the next car, a Cadillac SUV. Profit’s car was next. Sam unzipped the bag to expose the device. With one hand he reached in and connected the detonator bundle to the screw connection to complete the circuit. He spun the wing nut down till it was tight. The bomb was no longer safe. As Profit’s car was pulled forward, he again stepped forward to admire the interior. As he bent over to gaze into the passenger side window, he quickly dropped to the ground, pulled the bomb from the bag, and placed it on the inside of the frame directly under the passenger seat. The magnet grabbed onto the frame with a bang that startled Sam. He gave it a quick tug to ensure it was in place, and then casually rose and returned to his position leaning against the wall. Out of the corner of his sunglasses he checked on the attendant spraying the cars. Not even looking in his direction. A look across the parking lot revealed no one else. Sam checked out the two cars going through after his in the same manner before walking to the other side of the building to await his car. The same smiling boy drove it out where it was attacked by an army of other young boys with towels. After a quick rubdown the boy ran up with his keys. Sam peeled off enough cash to pay for the wash, and left the young man a big tip. Sam pulled out into eastbound traffic until he could pull a U-turn. He then proceeded into the Burger King across the street from the carwash. He watched out the window as Profit’s car was vacuumed and dusted inside. The tires were treated without the bomb being discovered. Sam finished his chicken sandwich just as Mooky and JJ pulled out and headed back to the hotel.
Sam followed a few minutes later.
• • •
Profit and his crew
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