The Surrogate #160
Striking Terror
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I could say my blood boiled, but it didn’t because I was plenty cold-hearted when needed or wanted to be - there is a difference. Losing my cool would prevent me from prosecuting my mission, primarily to protect Amy, Victor, and my twin grandchildren, whom I secretly named Artyom and Nadia.
I smiled at each murderous bastard while ladling their soup to start. My pen camera, which I had slipped into the uniform chest pocket, would collect sufficiently good video and audio to ensure I could download data later and have friends identify each person present.
I just had to get them all within range except Dohjon. I already had his details and knew exactly where he slept. By morning, I would have all the information I needed and a complete dossier on each, including the location of family homes in South Korea, next of kin details, and the names with school addresses for any children.
The wasp chewer was in her glory, clearly smarting from the bloodied nose my dear Amy gave her when pulling the rug from underneath their devious cartel. She shouted orders and barked edicts like most narcissistic authoritarians.
A man waved his hand and was bid to speak by the wasp chewer.
“How will you get to Amy? She must have plenty of security.”
“I know where she and her husband are vulnerable, and I have someone on the inside with unfettered access to both.”
“And this person who can reach her is an assassin?”
“She can be. I have reached out to her already. She will help us for a price.”
“And what is your timetable to end our suffering?”
“I will meet with our assassin the day after tomorrow, agree on terms, and then expect the job done within forty-eight hours - by which time we will all be gone.”
“And two of the richest people in history will be dead?”