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envelope.
    "Do you have to look at this here?" Parker said, glancing nervously over his shoulder at two women who occupied brown leather chairs several tables away.
    "You need to relax. I didn't drag the gun out, did I?"
    Parker didn't look relieved by his response and continued to look over his shoulder while Daniel unsealed the packet. Daniel extracted the contents and placed them on the table next to his coffee. The top item was a picture.
    Petrovich opened and read the contents of the envelope and replaced the letter. He put the envelope back into the briefcase and took the picture off the table. Staring at the picture, he asked, "I suppose this gentleman needs to take a permanent vacation?"
    "Something like that. His name is…"
    "I don't need to know his name. I assume this packet contains all of the information I'll need? Places of business, hours of work, gym, favorite bars…though I get the feeling this guy might not partake in the consumption of alcohol or bacon."
    For the first time since Daniel placed a gun against his head, Parker cracked a smile.
    "Ah, a sense of humor. I don't think the general likes those either," Daniel said.
    "So, I'll track this guy down and find an opportunity, but I need to talk to your general personally, right now, or this whole thing is off."
    "The general isn't available to talk right now. He went offline right before I arrived in Portland."
    "Get him on the phone, or you're going to have to kill this guy yourself. I don't think this kind of work would suit you."
    "I'll try, but I'm serious about…"
    Daniel's cell phone interrupted Parker's sentence. Unknown number .
    "Daniel Petrovich," he answered dryly, now pretty sure he was under surveillance. Another deception by Parker.
    "Danny! It's been a while. Great to hear your voice."
    "Well, you can play it back all day and night, I suppose," Daniel said.
    "Newest technology on the streets. Turned Parker's cell phone into a bug without him knowing," General Sanderson said.
    "Congratulations. I'm glad to know you didn't spend the Hadzic trust fund all in one place," Daniel said.
    "I need you in on this operation, Daniel. We're sending a strong message to the Muslim fundamentalist movement here at home…"
    "Are you fucking kidding me? Save that bullshit for the rest of your zealots. I'll take a look at the file. If I agree to do this…I don't want to hear from you again. Ever. Is that clear?"
    "If that's what you want."
    "It's what I always wanted, but here we are. I'll need a few days for reconnaissance…"
    "I need this done tonight. Our timeline is set in stone," the general said.
    Parker shifted in his seat uncomfortably, as if he sensed an immediate threat to his existence, which couldn't have been further from the truth. Daniel's brain worked like a perfect machine when under pressure, and his processors analyzed hundreds of solutions to his current dilemma within seconds. Killing Parker in a suburban Designer Grinds never passed through Daniel's neural connections. Petrovich knew that the general had the upper hand and that all paths led to the completion of the task outlined in the briefcase. It had been no accident that Parker arrived only hours before the mission's deadline.
    "I'm done after this. You understand that, right?"
    "I understand. I apologize for pulling out the trump card—"
    "Apologies never suited you, General, and I don't believe it for one fucking second," Daniel said, shaking his head slowly.
    "Whether you believe it or not, your actions will make a huge contribution to the war on terror, and—"
    "Save the elevator speech for Parker. I have a long afternoon ahead of me. My slate is clean."
    "Clean," General Sanderson said.
    "I'm curious, how long have you known about her?"
    "Do you remember one of the first things I told your training class? There's no such thing as a coincidence," Sanderson said and disconnected the call.
    Petrovich set the phone down on the target dossier and glanced up at Parker. The