Page 247 of Sticks and Stones
“Who sent you to meet us?” Gene asked, before lowering his gun.
The masked man figured they were going to play twenty questions first since Gabe had warned him that the big man was paranoid, and the Native man had a wicked right hook.
He said one thing.
“The Dragon Slayer.”
Well, shit.
Clearly, Gabe knew people called him that.
Because the man wasn’t moving, and was legit, Gene put the gun away. As he did, the man went to a table not far away.
On it, there were a few things.
A laptop.
An envelope.
And two burner phones.
Oh, and a case that was closed.
“He sent me with provisions,” the masked man said. “I’m hoping you left your phones at home. The last thing you need is to be tracked.”
Yep.
Dirty deeds for the US government, party of two.
Gene knew what they were doing.
The FBI really, really didn’t want the drugs in this country if they were handling this and a soldier was giving them tools to get it done.
They were going off the reservation on this one.
“We didn’t,” Ethan admitted. “Our alibi is taking care of business at our home.
Well, that worked.
To get the show going, he tossed them the two phones.
“Here is a laptop in case you need to research anyone. It’s encrypted, and no one can see your search. Director Rothschild wants you to destroy it when you’re done researching.”
Uh, okay.
The man kept talking, and he opened the case as he was doing it. They both saw inside, and they were surprised.
“Leave your guns here. Leave anything that can tie you to the FBI here. Now, you’re more CIA than FBI.”
They could tell.
How?
The CIA preferred the Glock-nineteen, as opposed to the FBI handing out Rugers.
More than willing to not use weapons tied to them, both men took off their guns. Ethan and Gene had them tucked at their back before entering the hotel, and they swapped them out.
“The Director said that if you use these, make sure they never see the light of day again. Like the laptop, make them disappear.”
