crew appeared appreciative of small treats on this long haul flight. It seemed amazing what it did for their morale, and as a result, Benny was a very popular member of the crew.
They finished the food and enjoyed their doughnuts with piping hot coffee before Harvey proclaimed,
“Thanks, Benny. That was better than any in flight meal I’ve had before.” Benny smiled at the appreciation and Harvey concluded, “I’m going to get some sleep. Give me a shout if I can help with anything.”
“I’ll wake you on our final approach,” replied Benny who himself was rummaging around in his bag for a makeshift pillow.
Harvey tried to get comfortable and rested his eyelids. He would always think of home when trying to sleep. This time, putting away the thoughts of being absent, he thought of teaching Rob how to play football and quite quickly drifted off into never-never land.
Greg looked across at the other two snoozing away and decided to do some work whilst there were no interruptions. He reached for his hand luggage and took out a large file marked, The Phoenix, the profile of a hit man who had gone undetected since the seventies. The authorities thought The Phoenix had gone into retirement, but he seemed to have risen again around 1982 during which time a spate of assassinations, all bearing his hallmarks were carried out. The one lead being that there seemed to be a link with the Giordano cartel, the organisation within which Harvey, would become embroiled.
Chapter 10 – An Inside Job
Last night at 11.30 , a hit man known to the FBI as ‘The Phoenix’ is believed to have struck again. This man or woman… she added, continues to elude the authorities after what is believed to have been a career, so far spanning some 17 years, making him as notorious as the international terrorist, The Jackal .
The latest victim was a high profile Chairman of Patriot Industries Jim Garnish, who was believed to have smuggled weapons to the Argentines during the Falklands conflict with the United Kingdom. The CNN reporter was cut off in mid-stream as Jack hit the off button on his television set. He had been lying on the couch in his casino penthouse apartment relaxing with a gin and tonic when the news had come on. This had been an unconventional job carried out for the FBI.
They had sought The Phoenix’s services after their evidence against Garnish had been compromised. The FBI had carried out a costly investigation over a period of some six years. On realising the probability that his lawyers would get him off on a technicality, someone high up the chain of command had decided to make a less than conventional example of him to other arms dealers.
They had approached the mafia, supplied the appropriate information and equipment and paid a substantial non traceable bounty. The job passed through a complex network in the underworld before landing on Jack’s doorstep. For Jack the job had been a breeze, carried out at long range, it was easy money. His only worry had been whether he was a more important catch to the FBI than the target himself.
“They’ll never catch him,” Stephan called from the kitchen.
“Oh, what makes you so sure?” asked Jack, curious to hear his colleague’s view.
“This guy has been topping people for over seventeen years Jack, and never left so much as a sniff of who he is. He’s the master of the trade. A God damned legend!” said Stephan.
Jack smirked. Stephan had been a good friend to him since he had landed in America some five years ago. But it had been agreed with the Don from the outset that, besides himself, only three other people would know The Phoenix’s identity; Lucio, Don Giordano and his predecessor, Tony.
Jack had taken to his new profession like a duck to water, although in the first year, he still vented his anger on his victims during close kills. This resulted in some quite horrendous crime scenes being
They finished the food and enjoyed their doughnuts with piping hot coffee before Harvey proclaimed,
“Thanks, Benny. That was better than any in flight meal I’ve had before.” Benny smiled at the appreciation and Harvey concluded, “I’m going to get some sleep. Give me a shout if I can help with anything.”
“I’ll wake you on our final approach,” replied Benny who himself was rummaging around in his bag for a makeshift pillow.
Harvey tried to get comfortable and rested his eyelids. He would always think of home when trying to sleep. This time, putting away the thoughts of being absent, he thought of teaching Rob how to play football and quite quickly drifted off into never-never land.
Greg looked across at the other two snoozing away and decided to do some work whilst there were no interruptions. He reached for his hand luggage and took out a large file marked, The Phoenix, the profile of a hit man who had gone undetected since the seventies. The authorities thought The Phoenix had gone into retirement, but he seemed to have risen again around 1982 during which time a spate of assassinations, all bearing his hallmarks were carried out. The one lead being that there seemed to be a link with the Giordano cartel, the organisation within which Harvey, would become embroiled.
Chapter 10 – An Inside Job
Last night at 11.30 , a hit man known to the FBI as ‘The Phoenix’ is believed to have struck again. This man or woman… she added, continues to elude the authorities after what is believed to have been a career, so far spanning some 17 years, making him as notorious as the international terrorist, The Jackal .
The latest victim was a high profile Chairman of Patriot Industries Jim Garnish, who was believed to have smuggled weapons to the Argentines during the Falklands conflict with the United Kingdom. The CNN reporter was cut off in mid-stream as Jack hit the off button on his television set. He had been lying on the couch in his casino penthouse apartment relaxing with a gin and tonic when the news had come on. This had been an unconventional job carried out for the FBI.
They had sought The Phoenix’s services after their evidence against Garnish had been compromised. The FBI had carried out a costly investigation over a period of some six years. On realising the probability that his lawyers would get him off on a technicality, someone high up the chain of command had decided to make a less than conventional example of him to other arms dealers.
They had approached the mafia, supplied the appropriate information and equipment and paid a substantial non traceable bounty. The job passed through a complex network in the underworld before landing on Jack’s doorstep. For Jack the job had been a breeze, carried out at long range, it was easy money. His only worry had been whether he was a more important catch to the FBI than the target himself.
“They’ll never catch him,” Stephan called from the kitchen.
“Oh, what makes you so sure?” asked Jack, curious to hear his colleague’s view.
“This guy has been topping people for over seventeen years Jack, and never left so much as a sniff of who he is. He’s the master of the trade. A God damned legend!” said Stephan.
Jack smirked. Stephan had been a good friend to him since he had landed in America some five years ago. But it had been agreed with the Don from the outset that, besides himself, only three other people would know The Phoenix’s identity; Lucio, Don Giordano and his predecessor, Tony.
Jack had taken to his new profession like a duck to water, although in the first year, he still vented his anger on his victims during close kills. This resulted in some quite horrendous crime scenes being
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