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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
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«What do you mean, maybe? There's no maybe about it. If this guy is a fed, we've got problems.»
«We'll see. Marcus, get us a shot of the store again.» A man in a suit with sandy blond hair was at the counter checking out.
Coleman said, «That's not the Professor.»
«Is there anyone else in the store?»
Dumond moved the joy stick around in an attempt to peer into the far comers of the store. After a second, he brought the focus back to the man at the counter. «It looks like he's the only one in there.»
Rapp watched him pull out his wallet and band the cashier some money. Grabbing Dumond's shoulder, Rapp said, «Tell our driver to get back in the van.» Dumond repeated the command, and a few seconds later they heard the driver's door close. Their eyes were glued to the screen as they watched the man in the store pick up a cardboard tray filled with four towering Styrofoam cups. A white plastic bag was also hooked to one of his hands.
Rapp spoke quietly. «Tell the driver to pull into the spot on the left of the sedan and park.»
While Dumond was repeating the order, Rapp took his headset off and pulled out his silenced Beretta. Coleman did the same. As they moved forward, Dumond manipulated the camera atop the van to keep the target in view. They came to a stop just as the man was setting the tray of drinks on top of the roof of his sedan.
Rapp opened the door quickly and stepped to the asphalt. The man had his back turned to him. Just as he was starting to look over his shoulder, Rapp raised his left and brought the butt end of his pistol grip crashing down. The hard blunt steel of the Beretta smacked the back of the man's head and immediately buckled his knees. Rapp grabbed him under one arm while Coleman grabbed the other. They dragged him the few feet to the van and dropped him onto the floor. While Rapp swung the man's legs into the vehicle, he checked an ankle holster and a potential backup weapon. Coleman snatched the man's automatci from his shoulder holster and grabbed his car keys.
He held the car keys in front of Rapp. «What do you want me to do with the car?»
«Follow us in it. There's an industrial park just down the road.»
THE INDUSTRIAL PARK was a mix of two-story office buildings and warehouse space. The van and the sedan pulled around to the back of the building. Across the street was a strip mall with a bar at one end. Hackett and Stroble parked near the bar and kept an eye on the street.
«What do you mean, maybe? There's no maybe about it. If this guy is a fed, we've got problems.»
«We'll see. Marcus, get us a shot of the store again.» A man in a suit with sandy blond hair was at the counter checking out.
Coleman said, «That's not the Professor.»
«Is there anyone else in the store?»
Dumond moved the joy stick around in an attempt to peer into the far comers of the store. After a second, he brought the focus back to the man at the counter. «It looks like he's the only one in there.»
Rapp watched him pull out his wallet and band the cashier some money. Grabbing Dumond's shoulder, Rapp said, «Tell our driver to get back in the van.» Dumond repeated the command, and a few seconds later they heard the driver's door close. Their eyes were glued to the screen as they watched the man in the store pick up a cardboard tray filled with four towering Styrofoam cups. A white plastic bag was also hooked to one of his hands.
Rapp spoke quietly. «Tell the driver to pull into the spot on the left of the sedan and park.»
While Dumond was repeating the order, Rapp took his headset off and pulled out his silenced Beretta. Coleman did the same. As they moved forward, Dumond manipulated the camera atop the van to keep the target in view. They came to a stop just as the man was setting the tray of drinks on top of the roof of his sedan.
Rapp opened the door quickly and stepped to the asphalt. The man had his back turned to him. Just as he was starting to look over his shoulder, Rapp raised his left and brought the butt end of his pistol grip crashing down. The hard blunt steel of the Beretta smacked the back of the man's head and immediately buckled his knees. Rapp grabbed him under one arm while Coleman grabbed the other. They dragged him the few feet to the van and dropped him onto the floor. While Rapp swung the man's legs into the vehicle, he checked an ankle holster and a potential backup weapon. Coleman snatched the man's automatci from his shoulder holster and grabbed his car keys.
He held the car keys in front of Rapp. «What do you want me to do with the car?»
«Follow us in it. There's an industrial park just down the road.»
THE INDUSTRIAL PARK was a mix of two-story office buildings and warehouse space. The van and the sedan pulled around to the back of the building. Across the street was a strip mall with a bar at one end. Hackett and Stroble parked near the bar and kept an eye on the street.