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discovered
where the local shelters were located so he could obtain a free meal. Other
unit members not in evasion mode were practicing their surveillance skills and
were on the lookout for Mitch and his men. If you dared to call a family member
for help or money, as one scheming soldier did, you were booted from the
program.
    After spending time acquiring a new look, he
ducked into a tourist hostel and use their free internet service, where he
searched for Craigslist postings for traveling indie bands that were in need of
loafers—unpaid workers to travel with them on tour and help with setup and
takedown. Mitch was in his mid-twenties and had a scruffy enough appearance
that when combined with his new wardrobe and a forced slouch, would allow him
to not get singled out as military. He used an anonymous email to contact a
prospective group, and that night, he was able to hitch a ride on a band’s
refurbished school bus to their gig in Raleigh-Durham, which put him only sixty
miles away from Fort Bragg. Craigslist and similar sites provided a wealth of
online evasion tools for remaining low-profile and permitted him to stay off
the public transportation systems, which would have been monitored.
    There were two assignments along the route
back. One was to construct an improvised weapon and the other was to sneak in and
out of the Amtrak train station in Newark to obtain page 337 out of the Yellow
Pages in a phone booth without being spotted. He made a modified stick-weapon by
using a folded newspaper that he had filled with several short sections of
rebar obtained from a construction site he came across after leaving the
homeless encampment. One of his unit buddies would trump them all with his
clever use of a child’s squirt gun he’d found in a park and later filled with
bleach obtained from a janitor’s cart at a downtown soup kitchen.
    His thoughts returned to the distant exit
to the right. It was the least congested and he knew he’d have to move fast
before the area was shut down as the officers tried to narrow their search
corridors. Mitch made his way next to a single woman who was pushing a
stroller. He stayed a foot behind her with each step. As he neared the door, he
moved up and held it for her as they all walked to the curb together. He looked
over his shoulder towards the entrance and saw two policemen heading his way.
Mitch strode down the sidewalk and crossed a pedestrian walkway, heading
towards a row of taxis then sliding inside the first one that was vacant.  
    Mitch had the driver take him two miles
into the heart of Munich and drop him near the downtown area. After he exited
the taxi, he walked along the streets, blending in with the other tourists and
mulling over Yin’s bizarre ending. Who the hell did she have on her trail?
Was it that guy from the estate? He must’ve been the shooter who took her out. He thought about the carnage he had witnessed around the estate and the
skillful execution of Yin. Someone is in a hurry to cover their tracks, but
who? This has to be larger than Yin and even Bob. He needed answers—answers
to her death, her dubious connections, and the whereabouts of his friend. With
Yin out of the picture, he felt his chances of ever getting those questions
resolved evaporating like the chill of his breath in the night air.

 
     
    Chapter 13
    Kyle swigged down the last of his brandy
and then stared out the window of the jet as it flew south of India towards
Malaysia. The string of tropical islands below resembled emerald eyes gazing
skyward. In another hour, he’d land in Kuala Lumpur and then be picked up by
helicopter to finish the last leg of his long journey.
    He returned his gaze to the laptop and
scanned Schueller’s data. Everything was unfolding according to the timeline
which should have given him cause to relax somewhat. However, he hadn’t heard
back from Jessica and there was no indication that she had boarded her flight
in Vienna.
    Since the loss of his wife