Blackwell Ops 7: Philip Dunstan: Blackwell Ops, #7
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Sometimes what might have been gets in the way of what is.
Philip Dunstan is in the midst of a career as a hit man, and it suits his nature to a T. Until it suddenly doesn't. Odd how a split-second look on a woman's face can change a life forever.
Can his boss, TJ Blackwell really be as omnipotent and all-knowing as he seems? Is he a demon, a god, or only human? In the first Blackwell Ops book, Jack Tilden showed us how difficult it is to get into Blackwell Ops. But how hard is it to get out?
This is part one of Philip Dunstan's story, as told to the author. As always, only the more sensitive parts of this story are fictionalized. Everything else is true.
Harvey Stanbrough
Harvey Stanbrough is an award winning writer and poet who was born in New Mexico, seasoned in Texas, and baked in Arizona. Twenty-one years after graduating from high school in the metropolis of Tatum New Mexico, he matriculated again, this time from a Civilian-Life Appreciation Course (CLAC) in the US Marine Corps. He follows Heinlein’s Rules avidly and most often may be found Writing Off Into the Dark. Harvey has written and published 36 novels, 7 novellas. almost 200 short stories and the attendant collections. He's also written and published 16 nonfiction how-to books on writing. More than almost anything else, he hopes you will enjoy his stories.
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Blackwell Ops 7 - Harvey Stanbrough
Chapter 1
Six stories below me, right on time, Federico Parizzi is making his way casually through the crowds that always choke the modern but narrow sidewalk in the late morning.
The sight is a contrast in ages. The sidewalk is teeming with shoppers and business people as in any major city in late-morning. But this sidewalk is bordered on one side by ancient buildings, and on the other by a cobblestone street. The street itself is filled with exhaust fumes and cars and trucks, mostly edging along, mostly bumper to bumper. Occasionally a light tap on a horn, occasionally a quiet squeal from a lightly touched brake.
A million quiet bits of conversation filter up from the cars and from the people on the sidewalk. Now and then the undercurrent is punctuated from the street with a frustrated universal, Hey!
or an Italian exclamation that I suspect is the equivalent of, What the hell?
The buildings are mostly stone, with a worn red brick one thrown in now and then. But brick or stone, they’re a block-long series of unbroken façades. Each is marked with a plate-glass window and a plate-glass door framed in chipped and peeling paint of one color or another, mostly faded blues and greens.
And the people. Of the women, there are more housewives in dresses or skirts and blouses than professional women in smart slacks and jackets and carrying folders or briefcases. But there are far more men in suits and walking with purposeful strides than men in jeans and shirts. Of the latter, hands in their pockets, they’re milling about or accompanying their wives.
Despite the early August heat, a light-cream colored overcoat is draped over Mr. Parizzi’s shoulders like a mantle of rank. That’s how much he likes to stand out. The overcoat practically glistens in the sun as it sways with his easy gait. And unlike the others in the crowd, he doesn’t stop or sidestep to avoid running into others. They’re only too eager to make the adjustment themselves, parting like water around a grand yacht out for a leisurely morning cruise. Their automatic deference makes him stand out even more.
Good. Makes my job easier.
As do the four men who accompany him, two a short distance ahead and two behind. They keep any unwary citizens at a distance. They wear polished brown or black Italian leather shoes. They wear crisply pressed slacks and shirts and suitcoats, and each wears a fedora that matches his suit. They look like businessmen pretty much everywhere, except for the swagger. Well, and maybe the fedoras.
The bodyguards are easy enough to spot when you know what you’re looking for. But the citizens pretend not to notice them. Men like that take being noticed as an insult. Let your gaze linger for an instant longer than necessary, and quick as a rat you’ll be pressed back against the nearest wall, a forearm against your throat. The assailant won’t speak, but his eyes will say, Who’re you to tell me I ain’t doin’ my job, eh?
The best reaction is one of immediate self-subordination, marked by a quick aversion of the eyes. Then, maybe, he’ll let you go with a quick shove and a muttered, Go on, get outta here.
React in any other way and he’ll press his forearm a little harder into your throat and hold it for a few seconds to be sure you got the message.
Or he’ll kill you outright with a crushed larynx and a quick elbow to the chin that slaps your head back against the wall. Before you drop to the sidewalk, he’ll be a few steps away. And nobody will have seen anything.
Just during this morning’s session, I witnessed one of the former—I call it trap and release—and one of the latter. The first was three blocks and maybe ten minutes earlier, not long after the man in the cream-colored overcoat and his entourage first came into view. The last was maybe two minutes ago, just past the corner of the block they’re on now.
I just looked. The unfortunate man involved in the latter event is still slumped there in the corner formed by the stone wall and the sidewalk. It’s a typically busy morning. Probably a hundred citizens have passed within a few feet of him in both directions in that two or three minutes. And so far nobody’s paid him the slightest bit of attention. From what I saw during earlier surveillances, probably the meat wagon will pick him up within an hour of the big man in the cream overcoat entering his building a few blocks away.
Well, if he was going to enter his building.
But he isn’t. Not today. Not ever again.
This is my fourth and final day on the job.
Chapter 2
Five days ago I was in my penthouse in Manhattan. I was naked in the hallway, a fresh towel in my hand. I was just about to go into the bathroom to get a shower when my VaporStream device emitted a quiet tone.
I stopped, looked back into the living room where the device lay on the table next to my recliner. I was really looking forward to taking in a Broadway show tonight. Not that I’m big on the social scene, but I saw an announcement for Harold Pinter’s Betrayal and it struck a chord. Sometimes it’s as if the creator of a play spent some time living in your mind.
As I considered whether to even look at the message on the device, it emitted the soft tone again.
All right,
I said as if it could hear me, and walked back into the living room. I live alone. I guess that’s why I sometimes talk to inanimate objects.
I dropped the towel in my chair, plopped down on top of it and picked up the device.
The VaporStream looks a little likc a small cellphone. It has a small screen, maybe two-by-three inches, and two buttons. The small On button enables you to view the message, which presents in light-green text on a dark background, like computers before they came into their own. The Send button is a little larger. You press it within 5 minutes to acknowledge receipt, which also means you've accepted the assignment. The 5 minutes gives you plenty of time to read and re-read the message and commit it to memory. Once you press Send, the message disappears forever from everywhere. Like vapor. Hence VaporStream.
I pressed the On bottom.
As always, TJ’s instructions were brief. Eight short lines.
On the first line, a name. On the second, the name of a city followed by a date (that’s a kill-by date). The third line held a route: Bank 47th at Viale Marcello to Home at 54th. Then the rest of the message:
Easy-in, easy-out. Target walks
same route 10:15 to 10:45. No
variations in pace or in stops along
the way. Recommend 2-day surveil.
Personal attention not required.
That last line— Personal attention not required. Good. So I don’t have to make a point of prolonging anything. I don’t even have to let the guy know he’s about to die. He never has to see my face.
I looked at the name again. Federico Parizzi. It meant nothing to me. Good again. I don’t take jobs on people I know even in passing. Too much room for screw-ups.
The city was a place I’ve never been, which adds a level of excitement, though I won’t see much more than the airport and the hotel. But that’s up to me too. I’ll be there a few days in advance, so maybe I’ll poke around a little if I notice something that seems worthwhile. But not much fits that bill for me.
I looked at the third line again.
Parizzi comes out of a bank seven blocks east and walks home, both of which are on Viale Marcello.
I skipped down to the body of the message again. No variations in route or pace, so he’s confident of his safety. So he probably has bodyguards. No variations in stops along the way. There it is.
I grinned. You say stops. I say opportunities.
Like the man said, easy-in, easy-out. Easy-peasy. Not that a difficult presentation would make a difference in the result.
I pressed the Send button, then laid the device on the table again. I phoned the airline and bought a round-trip ticket, with the return flight five days later. TJ recommended a two-day surveillance, but he won’t be there. I will.
I’d be on the red-eye flight going out. If I’m going to do something, I want to jump right in.
My flights arranged, I went to take my shower. Afterward I’d have three hours to pack, get a cab to the airport, and catch my flight. Perfect.
I can attend Betrayal another time. Or not.
I doubt the play can teach me anything I don’t already know about the topic anyway.
Chapter 3
My hotel was only a few blocks from the target location, and it was nice enough, a place where a lot of well-heeled tourists stay. Most are like me, in their 30s, and generally of the beautiful-people set. If I looked around the restaurant and ignored the help, I might have still been in Manhattan. Or any other big city filled mostly with affluent young to middle-aged white people. If I included the help, I might have been in Lower Manhattan.
The following morning I dressed in well-worn Nikes, fashionably faded jeans, a nondescript t-shirt and a ball cap. Then I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast and fit