Assassin to replicate. And you’ll need to be ready to move in ahead of Morgan if he figures out what is happening.”
“Anyone have a better plan?” asked the General.
There was nothing but silence.
“Then let’s go back to the diner.”
C HAPTER E LEVEN
A S THE G ENERAL, R APPAPORT AND L ING headed back to the trailer, Henderson remained in the house. “There is a third reason for Las Vegas, isn’t there? You know.”
Williams nodded.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Not to the General and Jim. Stan’s a good man, Alice, and he is everything that I could never be to you.”
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the house while wiping away tears.
Much to the group’s disappointment, Killer Two had taken a rare break away from the diner. As a result, they had one round of drinks, a quick dinner and prepared to leave. As they were walking out, Henderson noticed Williams taking a long look around the inside of the diner; almost as if he was saying good-bye.
As they pulled into Williams’ driveway, the General’s men were preparing for a morning departure. The General subtly let it be known that only he and Williams were returning to the house. The two long-time friends spent two hours trying to go over as many contingencies as possible, especially with respect to communications.
The General concluded the conversation by asking Williams if he was sure that he didn’t want at least two or three additional men.
“Positive.”
“I’ll make sure you get the best information that I can possibly provide. Rest assured the bastard won’t intercept it. See you in the morning.”
At 9:00AM, the General, Rappaport, Ling, Henderson, the pilot and one of the staff sergeants left for Albuquerque in the General’s helicopter. Shortly thereafter, the rest of the troops left in a caravan.
Ling and Henderson boarded a commercial flight bound for Las Vegas from Albuquerque International Airport late in the afternoon. Both were in uniform. They had each booked a room in the same hotel, though more often than not they planned to share a room.
Williams was a meticulous planner. It had helped to keep him alive on more than one occasion. As a result, he had concocted a plan for his exit that had the General shaking his head. An old Ford SUV was loaded with all the equipment, supplies and weapons requested by Williams and Fowler. It was driven by one of the Generals most trusted men to an area two miles the other side of Killer Two’s Diner. The driver left the keys tucked behind the right front tire and walked to the diner parking lot.
Meanwhile, Williams drove his Pathfinder to the diner, placed the keys under the front seat and enjoyed an evening meal and the company of Killer Two.
“Where are your friends, Bill?”
“They left.”
“They were Army, right?”
Williams smiled.
“Bet so are you.”
William said nothing in response.
The big man leaned over the counter and whispered, “Where did they take it, Area 51?”
“Take what?”
“Ah, I thought so. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.”
“You know, Killer, several people who couldn’t keep quiet about Roswell mysteriously disappeared.”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
Williams paused for what seemed like eternity to Killer Two and then said, “There was no UFO here in the desert, just a weather balloon.”
“Got it. Thanks, Bill.”
Meal finished, including a second cup of coffee, Williams said, “Well, Killer, I’m heading back to play some music and have some decent Merlot.”
“Hey, the stuff I serve is top shelf.”
Williams laughed, “Yah, right out of the best five liter boxes you can buy.”
Killer Two laughed in return.
Williams began his walk. A minute later, he watched his Pathfinder being driven away. “Perfect timing,” he thought.
When the driver entered the house, he found several bottles of wine on the kitchen counter and beer in the refrigerator. Before doing anything else, he turned on the music
“Anyone have a better plan?” asked the General.
There was nothing but silence.
“Then let’s go back to the diner.”
C HAPTER E LEVEN
A S THE G ENERAL, R APPAPORT AND L ING headed back to the trailer, Henderson remained in the house. “There is a third reason for Las Vegas, isn’t there? You know.”
Williams nodded.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Not to the General and Jim. Stan’s a good man, Alice, and he is everything that I could never be to you.”
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the house while wiping away tears.
Much to the group’s disappointment, Killer Two had taken a rare break away from the diner. As a result, they had one round of drinks, a quick dinner and prepared to leave. As they were walking out, Henderson noticed Williams taking a long look around the inside of the diner; almost as if he was saying good-bye.
As they pulled into Williams’ driveway, the General’s men were preparing for a morning departure. The General subtly let it be known that only he and Williams were returning to the house. The two long-time friends spent two hours trying to go over as many contingencies as possible, especially with respect to communications.
The General concluded the conversation by asking Williams if he was sure that he didn’t want at least two or three additional men.
“Positive.”
“I’ll make sure you get the best information that I can possibly provide. Rest assured the bastard won’t intercept it. See you in the morning.”
At 9:00AM, the General, Rappaport, Ling, Henderson, the pilot and one of the staff sergeants left for Albuquerque in the General’s helicopter. Shortly thereafter, the rest of the troops left in a caravan.
Ling and Henderson boarded a commercial flight bound for Las Vegas from Albuquerque International Airport late in the afternoon. Both were in uniform. They had each booked a room in the same hotel, though more often than not they planned to share a room.
Williams was a meticulous planner. It had helped to keep him alive on more than one occasion. As a result, he had concocted a plan for his exit that had the General shaking his head. An old Ford SUV was loaded with all the equipment, supplies and weapons requested by Williams and Fowler. It was driven by one of the Generals most trusted men to an area two miles the other side of Killer Two’s Diner. The driver left the keys tucked behind the right front tire and walked to the diner parking lot.
Meanwhile, Williams drove his Pathfinder to the diner, placed the keys under the front seat and enjoyed an evening meal and the company of Killer Two.
“Where are your friends, Bill?”
“They left.”
“They were Army, right?”
Williams smiled.
“Bet so are you.”
William said nothing in response.
The big man leaned over the counter and whispered, “Where did they take it, Area 51?”
“Take what?”
“Ah, I thought so. Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.”
“You know, Killer, several people who couldn’t keep quiet about Roswell mysteriously disappeared.”
“You’re shitting me, right?”
Williams paused for what seemed like eternity to Killer Two and then said, “There was no UFO here in the desert, just a weather balloon.”
“Got it. Thanks, Bill.”
Meal finished, including a second cup of coffee, Williams said, “Well, Killer, I’m heading back to play some music and have some decent Merlot.”
“Hey, the stuff I serve is top shelf.”
Williams laughed, “Yah, right out of the best five liter boxes you can buy.”
Killer Two laughed in return.
Williams began his walk. A minute later, he watched his Pathfinder being driven away. “Perfect timing,” he thought.
When the driver entered the house, he found several bottles of wine on the kitchen counter and beer in the refrigerator. Before doing anything else, he turned on the music
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