But talking , Bryson realized grimly, was the last thing on the hit manâs agenda. âA couple of guys in the same business who just happen to be on different ends of a gun, thatâs all. Itâs nothing personal, Iâm sure you realize that. Strictly business. One minute youâre looking through the sights, next minute youâre looking at the barrel. Happens. The wheelâs always turning. Iâm sure you were very good in your time, which is why I have no doubt youâre going to take this like a man.â
Bryson, considering his options, didnât reply. Heâd been in roughly similar circumstances countless times before, though never, except during his early training days, on the other side of a pistol. He knew how the man in the seat behind him was thinking right now, the way the flow chart was patterned: if A, then B  ⦠How a sudden move on Brysonâs part, a direction ignored, the steering wheel spun in the wrong direction, would initiate a countermeasure. The hit man would try to avoid pulling the trigger while they were in traffic, for fear the vehicle might careen out of control, imperiling both men. This familiarity with the options available to his enemy was one of the few cards Bryson had to play.
Yet at the same time Bryson was quite aware that the man would not hesitate to fire directly into Brysonâs head if he had to, lunging forward to grab and steady the steering wheel. Bryson didnât like the odds.
Now they were crossing the Key Bridge. âLeft,â the man barked, indicating the direction of Reagan National Airport. Bryson obeyed, careful to seem compliant, resigned, the better to put the other man off his guard.
âNow take this exit,â the killer resumed. The exit would take them toward the area immediately outside the airport where most of the rental-car agencies had offices.
âYou could have done me back there at the parking garage,â Bryson muttered. âYou should have, actually.â
But the hit man was too skilled to be drawn into a discussion of tactics or to allow Bryson to challenge his competence. Obviously the expert had been fully briefed as to the nature of Brysonâs mind, how Bryson would likely react in such a circumstance. âOh, donât even try that,â the professional said with a low chuckle. âYou saw all the video-cams back there, the potential witnesses. You know better than that. You wouldnât have done it there either, Iâll bet. Not based on what I hear about your skills.â
A slip there, Bryson reflected. The man was definitely a contract employee, an outsider, which meant any backup was unlikely. He would be operating on his own. A Directorate staffer would be protected by others. This was a valuable piece of data to store away.
Bryson steered the car into a deserted, vacant parking area, the far end of what was once a used-car lot. He parked as instructed. He turned his head to his right to address the other man, then felt the barrel of the gun grind painfully into his temple: the professional made no secret of his displeasure. âDonât move, â came the steely voice. Turning his head back around, staring straight ahead, Bryson said, âWhy donât you at least make this quick?â
âSo now youâre feeling the way the other guys felt,â said the professional, amused. âThe fear, the sense of futility, of hopelessness. Of resignation.â
âYouâre waxing entirely too philosophical for me. Iâll bet you donât even know whoâs issuing your checks.â
âBeyond the fact that they clear, I donât really care.â
âNo matter who they are, what they do,â said Bryson quietly. âNo matter whether theyâre working against the U.S. or not.â
âLike I said, so long as the checks clear. I donât do politics.â
âThatâs a pretty short-term way of
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