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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
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Clark studied Rudin for a moment and nodded slowly as if thecrass old man had just imparted a rare pearl of wisdom. It was so easy to play him. «I've been keeping an eye on Kennedy, and I think she just might self-destruct before the process gets that far.»
Rudin eyed the big man sitting next to him. «What information do you have that I don't?»
Clark let a big old grin crease his face and raised his drink. «If you're good to me, Albert, I just might let you see someday.»
Rudin was mad at himself for asking the question. He knew firsthand that Hank Clark liked to keep tabs on people, friend and foe alike.
The old congressman from Connecticut scratched his nose and asked, «What type of information are we talking about? Is it personal or professional?»
Clark smiled. «I think it would be considered professional.»
Rudin scowled. He hated begging for details. Besides, he had learned a long time ago that Clark would tell him only when he was ready and not a moment before. Sniveling for info would do no good.
«I assume you will let me know when the time is right.»
Clark nodded as he took a drink. «I'll keep you in the loop, Albert.»
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Mitch Rapp put the finishing touches on his make-up. A rinse dye had turned his black eyebrows and hair light brown. Special contacts transformed his dark brown eyes to blue, and the makeup made his olive complexion more pale. Rapp looked down at the black suit jacket and long black leather overcoat on the bed and checked his equipment one last time. The leather overcoat contained hidden compartments that were loaded with Rapp's premission laundry list. Near the bottom of the knee-length overcoat were three passports and ten thousand dollars in cash of various European currencies. One passport was American. It had Rapp's real photograph, an alias, and stamps indicating that he had entered the country through Dresden. The second passport was French and contained a photograph of Rapp with a goatee and short hair, and the third passport was Egyptian and contained no photograph. Each passport had a matching credit card. They were his way out of Germany if something went wrong. No one at Langley knew about them. If things fell apart, Rapp wanted to be able to disappear.
Rapp had memorized most of the main roads and railway lines that would get him out of the area, but he carried a tiny GPS unit the size of a deck of cards to make sure he knew his exact location. A matte-black combat knife was concealed in the right sleeve of the jacket, and four extra clips of 9-mm ammunition were stashed away in various places.
Clark studied Rudin for a moment and nodded slowly as if thecrass old man had just imparted a rare pearl of wisdom. It was so easy to play him. «I've been keeping an eye on Kennedy, and I think she just might self-destruct before the process gets that far.»
Rudin eyed the big man sitting next to him. «What information do you have that I don't?»
Clark let a big old grin crease his face and raised his drink. «If you're good to me, Albert, I just might let you see someday.»
Rudin was mad at himself for asking the question. He knew firsthand that Hank Clark liked to keep tabs on people, friend and foe alike.
The old congressman from Connecticut scratched his nose and asked, «What type of information are we talking about? Is it personal or professional?»
Clark smiled. «I think it would be considered professional.»
Rudin scowled. He hated begging for details. Besides, he had learned a long time ago that Clark would tell him only when he was ready and not a moment before. Sniveling for info would do no good.
«I assume you will let me know when the time is right.»
Clark nodded as he took a drink. «I'll keep you in the loop, Albert.»
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Mitch Rapp put the finishing touches on his make-up. A rinse dye had turned his black eyebrows and hair light brown. Special contacts transformed his dark brown eyes to blue, and the makeup made his olive complexion more pale. Rapp looked down at the black suit jacket and long black leather overcoat on the bed and checked his equipment one last time. The leather overcoat contained hidden compartments that were loaded with Rapp's premission laundry list. Near the bottom of the knee-length overcoat were three passports and ten thousand dollars in cash of various European currencies. One passport was American. It had Rapp's real photograph, an alias, and stamps indicating that he had entered the country through Dresden. The second passport was French and contained a photograph of Rapp with a goatee and short hair, and the third passport was Egyptian and contained no photograph. Each passport had a matching credit card. They were his way out of Germany if something went wrong. No one at Langley knew about them. If things fell apart, Rapp wanted to be able to disappear.
Rapp had memorized most of the main roads and railway lines that would get him out of the area, but he carried a tiny GPS unit the size of a deck of cards to make sure he knew his exact location. A matte-black combat knife was concealed in the right sleeve of the jacket, and four extra clips of 9-mm ammunition were stashed away in various places.