Chapter 3 – Sitrep

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"Johnson, what've you got for me?" A man, face darkened in shadows, sat in a chair facing out into the nightlife of Boston.

A smaller man handed him a folder, "They're at the Tipton. They've gone back to their old suite. It's number 2330. I'm acting as the elevator man there, it's easy to keep tabs on them and watch when they go out. Their usual schedules for each week are in there."

The man nodded slowly, "Good work, Johnson. How did you get the job?"

Johnson gave a crooked smile, "Let's just say the old elevator man had an unfortunate accident."

The man nodded once, acknowledging his man's comment. He didn't necessarily agree with killing the old elevator man. They weren't murderers. Yet, anyway. They only had two targets; they weren't instructed to go around killing at free will. He pushed it away, not caring. Nobody would miss the old man; from his understanding he wasn't the best-smelling anyway.

"Meyers, sitrep."

A third man emerged from the shadows of the room. "I've got the job at the school. I'm working on rigging the homerooms so that I'll have both of them. It should be no problem."

The shadowy man smiled, "Good. Now, I happen to be extremely hungry. If you two would go out and get some pizza, maybe a slice of pie too? That'd be fantastic."

The two other men exchanged an exasperated look and walked out the door.