April 4: A Different Perspective

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future," he admitted. "When the time comes to expand my offices for design work and other things, I will still conduct the bank's business from there or from private places like this," he said, indicating the apartment with a wave.
    "But what shall you do for secure storage? What if your customers want a safe deposit box, or want to deposit hard assets to their account?"
    "In that case we'd hold them temporarily at the Private Bank vault, but transport those things to the lunar surface at Central on the Moon. We have a tunnel boring machine and expect to expand that capacity very quickly. It is our intent to take the important parts of our lunar site below the surface. The critical parts really deep. Kilometers deep."

Chapter 10
    "OK, take our bags to the car," Pretty Boy ordered Loyal Minion after they watched the same scene on TV as Otis. "I'll pay 'Mr. Duggan' and we'll be headed south from here. Then we'll head east from near San Diego. We have a long drive so use the bathroom if you need to and get us a couple bottles of water from the vending machine." This was the first he'd told the underling what they would do after the assassination.
    "Don't you think you should wait for confirmation she's dead?" Loyal Minion asked. The look he got back was not friendly. Pretty Boy didn't appreciate his sudden assertiveness.
    "Just asking," he said defensively. "Crap, It's not my money," he reasoned further, holding his palms up in a pacifying gesture.
    "You saw her literally propelled through the door by the shot. She was hit badly enough to blow blood right out of her nose so it had to be a chest wound. I don't care if they had the operating table sitting right there to just lift her on to it. A .416 will make such a mess from any abdominal hit she's a goner. Do you want that snake looking at his bank account in a few minutes and thinking we shorted him?"
    "No way! That guy scared the crap out of me. That's one stone cold killer."
    "Well, the possibility occurs to me our bosses might decide to save a big chunk of change by removing the funds now that the job is done. I'd like to finish this up before they can think on that too long and decide to do it," he explained as he worked the keys.  "Because guess who our Mr. Duggan would blame if he gets stiffed?"
    "There," he said, hitting a final key. "It's a lot of money. I even thought about trying to steal it myself, but not after seeing 'Mr. Duggan' in the flesh. That sucker was so cold he was yawning, bored, the day before popping the President."
    "You don't think the protective detail nailed his ass right there in the hotel room?"
    "I won't bet my sweet little butt on it. He had maybe ten seconds to get out of the room. You could do it in five or six if you moved. I wouldn't be surprised if that guy beats us to being on the road, headed out of town."

Chapter 11
    Otis wasn't quite that far ahead. His server brought his omelet and related, all upset, that something apparently happened to the President just down the street. Otis nodded gravely and agreed what he'd seen on the booth TV looked bad. He took a few bites just for appearance sake and left a good tip. Keith's van was pulling in the parking lot, so he paid his bill on the way out and hurried to meet him before he came in.
    He deleted the memories of both cellphones when he got in the van, removed the batteries and chips, before he directed Keith to stop and threw them and the unused envelope in separate trash receptacles.
    With both phones gone he directed Keith to the airport. His computer chimed and he opened it. The e-mail was the automated response he'd requested from the Swiss bank. As he watched the amount in the account ran down in steps to just a couple thousand EuroMarks, as the bank followed his instructions. He closed the computer deeply satisfied.
    He leaned over and used the clippers he'd requested, first with a number two and then a number one comb. He brushed both head and pants legs thoroughly to leave any

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