Free Kill on Command by Slaton Smith Page B

it.
     
    “Oh.  Right.  The cup,” he smiled and ran his hand through his sweaty brown hair.
     
    “You live in Shadyside?” Sean asked.
     
    “No.  Oakland.  I am in grad school at Pitt.  I am working on my masters.”
     
    “That’s nice, but you know there’s a much better school right down 79,” Sean said looking for a reaction.  He got one.  Sandy knew him backwards and forwards.
     
    “I am not interested in going to school with hillbillies.”  She smiled and took a sip of her coffee.  So far her impulse was right.  She was having fun.  She kept an eye on the dog out of the corner of her eye.  The dog knew who she was and did not like her.
     
    “Now, that’s not nice,” he said laughing.  “Where did you go to undergrad?”
     
    “Yale,” She said flatly, which was true.   She has studied Political Science - probably the only “truth” that had come out her mouth in months.
     
    “Hmmm.  Never heard of it,” Sean said taking a sip of his drink.
     
    “I am not surprised,” she said pointing at the flying WV on his sweatshirt.  He smiled a big smile and started to stand.  She put her hand into the bike pack on the butt of the Glock.
     
    “You never told me your name.”
     
    “No, I didn’t,” she smiled.
     
    He ran his hand through his hair again.
     
    “If you are interested, there’s a lacrosse game down the road at Shadyside Prep.  It starts at noon.  There’s a post-party at Doc’s right afterward.  It will be a good time.”  He tightened his hold on Bailey.  She had been anxious ever since the girl had sat down.
     
    “No thanks.  I don’t like lacrosse players.”  She took another sip of her coffee and tried not to smile.
     
    “Could have fooled me.  See you there.” Sean said, as he turned and started walking back home.  Sandy could feel her face blush.  She reached into the pack and picked up her iPhone and hit redial.  She tossed her ponytail to the right and put her feet up in the chair where Sean had been sitting in.
     
    “What the hell was that?” Bob asked, half screaming.  Sandy turned her head and glared at him.
     
    “Part of the job,” she said.
     
    “The hell it was.”
     
    “Look!  You guys do!  You do what I tell you!  You don’t think!  Start your fancy truck and set up surveillance at Shadyside Prep!” she growled.
     
    “How do you know that’s where he will be?”
     
    “Because I am doing my job!”
     
    “Idiot,” she thought, as she hung up the phone.  The Marines pulled out of their spot and headed out.  She stood and watched them go.  The pack in her hand was heavy with the Glock it carried.  She thought there might be a couple rounds in there with the words “Recon” on them.  She attached the pack to the bike’s saddle and took off.  She needed to hit the alley behind the duplex before Sean saw her.
     
    “I am sick of this shit.  Any day now.  I can feel it.  We are going to get the nod to remove both of them.  I can’t wait,” Bob said.
     
    Bill did not respond.
     
    Sean and Bailey were taking their time heading home.  He looked at Bailey.
     
    “Why so up tight girl?  She seemed nice enough.  A little bit of a tease, but nice.”
     
    If he only knew.

 
    VII
    Lights Out
    Shadyside – Saturday - Late Morning
     
    Sean returned to the house, entered through the kitchen door and found Brian already dressed for the game.  It was 10 A.M.  Bailey greeted Brian and he bent down to scratch her ears.
     
    “Morning dummy,” Sean said to Brian as he opened the fridge, took a liter bottle of water from the middle shelf, twisted that cap off and started downing the water.  Brian leaned against the counter.
     
    “You thirsty?”  Brian said as he turned and took a plate from a cabinet and placed a piece of pizza on it.  Sean looked at the pizza.
     
    “We have pizza?  Oven still hot?”
     
    ‘No, I have pizza.”
     
    “Come on,” Sean said reaching back into the fridge