Chapter 7 Section VI

"What the hell were you doing in there?" Decker asked angrily as he walked out with McKittrick after the meeting. "I don't understand what you're talking about." Decker glanced around nervously.He squinted his eyes, faced the dazzling headlights of the passing cars, noticed an alley, grabbed McKittrick by the left arm, and dragged him away from the noisy nightlife area. "You gave away our mission," Decker whispered hoarsely once they moved away from the passers-by. "You told her your real name." McKittrick was embarrassed and speechless. "You slept with that woman," Decker said. "Didn't your instructors teach you that you should never, never, never have a personal affair with your informant?"

"What makes you think I slept with her?" "You stood there this afternoon doing mouth-to-mouth mouth-to-mouth resuscitation." "Are you following me?" "It wasn't very hard. You broke so many rules that I had to... I'm sure from the smell of alcohol in your mouth that you had a drink with them before I came." "I just want to make them feel more comfortable with me." "Money," Decker said, "money makes them feel comfortable, not your charisma. This is a deal, not a social club. Also, what do you mean by 'disposition' ?”

"'Disposal'? I don't remember saying—" "It sounds to me like you're actually implying in front of outsiders that the person we're chasing will be..." Although the voice was low and the alley was very hidden, Decker still controlled himself and didn't Say the word that will give someone a handle. "Final rejection." "what?" "Isn't that a new euphemism? It used to be 'end with extreme harm' and now it's 'final veto.'" "Where did you hear that—" "Isn't this the purpose of this operation? If no one completely stops them, these bastards will continue to assassinate like this."

Decker turned and stared out of the dark alley at the passers-by on the brightly lit avenue, lest someone overhear their conversation. "Are you crazy? Have you ever told anyone else what you just said to me?" McKittrick hesitated. "The woman?" Decker pressed. "Did you tell the woman?" "Yes, I have to tell her the idea, or how can I persuade them to do it?" "My God," Decker sighed softly. "The severance is possible. I've faked a hostile faction. They get rid of the gang, then call the police and say they're 'Mussolini's enemies.'"

"Damn, keep your voice down." "No one can prove that we have anything to do with it." "That woman can prove it," Decker said. "She couldn't, she didn't have any concrete evidence when I disappeared." "She knows your name." "She only knows my first name," McKittrick said. "She loves me. She will do anything for me." "You—" Decker moved closer to McKittrick in the dark, making sure only he could hear his savage whisper. "Listen carefully to me. The US government does not participate in assassination activities. The US government does not hunt down and kill terrorists, but collects and accumulates evidence to allow the court to punish them."

"Yes, of course, yes. Just as the Israelis did not send terrorist squads after terrorists killed 11 Israeli athletes at the 1972 Munich Olympics." "What the Israelis did was none of our business. That operation was stopped because they killed an innocent person. That's why we didn't carry out the assassination." "Okay. But now you hear me," McKittrick said, "if these bastards get away because we didn't have the guts to do what we're supposed to do, we'll both miss out on this operation. " "Tomorrow afternoon." "what?"

"Go back to your apartment, stay there and don't come out," Decker said. "Don't do anything, and don't contact that woman. Don't come out to buy a newspaper. Don't do anything. At twelve o'clock sharp, I'll be there." Knock on your door and tell you what's been decided on you. If I were you, I'd pack your bags."