#bryanfury

A continuation... to catch part one - go here.

I pulled my beat up old Hudson Terraplane in front of the location where I was supposed to meet my target. 

The unfortunate slob was a rogue operative - Robert (Baba) O’grady. Another dope who thought he could outsmart all of that state-of-the-art surveillance and sneak my employer’s plans to the highest bidder. I closed my eyes and brought up the picture that had been downloaded to my mainframe.

Our fancy boy’s a real little hipster and likes the good-life. But he’s been funding it with our blood. Lessee now... blue eyes, blond hair - wavy. Looks like Baba’s sportin’ a wispy beard and mustache combo too... kind of a goatee thing goin’ on there.

Precious little Baba had been compromising the safety of our agents for several years. I have a list of the men and women who are dead or are wishing they were, because this creep needed a new Ferrari. 

But a few months ago, the girls and boys at Langley had gotten wise to his antics and have been feeding him false info. So now that his primary connections are neutralized, they just want this asshole dead.

That’s where I come in. Young, suckling Baba thinks he’s here to meet a new customer who wants to pay big bucks for a list of undercover CIA agents working abroad. Instead, he’s gonna meet me. 

Won’t that be fun?

This was gonna go down by the numbers - ID the subject, initiate contact and annihilate. 

But as locations go - this place was kind of atypical. 

For real? A book and liquor store??

I got out of the truck and slammed the door and winced as a chunk of rust flaked off and hit the road. 

Fuck, I need to do something about that...patch it up or somethin’.

Then I crossed the street and tried to peer through the store window. It was hard to see into the darkened interior past all the junk and other bullshit jammed in there.

I stepped back closed my eyes and did an internal search to make sure I was at the right geo and looked at the sign once more time.

Yeah, this is it alright... “Dr. Ebeneezer’s Book and Liquor Store.” 

I pushed the door open and squeezed in as the friendly little bell tinkled. I immediately started scanning the area - no sign of anyone except the 50 something dude behind the counter. He looked up at me briefly over his glasses and then looked back down at the dusty yellow book he was leanin’ over. He had a worn grey cardigan on over a blue, or maybe it was gray, button down shirt.

I cleared my throat and asked...

“So, are you, uh... ‘Dr. Ebeneezer? Yeah... I’m supposed to meet someo-”

Without looking up, he raised a hand to silence me.I noticed the threads on his frayed cuff as he ruffled what was left of the hair on the top of his head and muttered to me around his pipe.

“We gotta special this week. BO-GO on Russian literature and vodka - it’s back there - take a look.”

Then he waved absently in the general direction of the rear of the store.