The plan was simple.
Bank robbery turned into a kidnapping of a man who had no record.
Didn't mean they wouldn't face problems.
The first came in the form of a man wearing an American Field Jacket, carrying a black M1911.
The second came the form of a former soldier wearing a duster coat, carrying a revolver.
The third came in the form of those two men kidnapping their target!
Their target!
The nerve!
Kellogg elected a few stares as he and his partner shuffled into the cramped bank.
Not that anyone cared. Nobody would rob a small town bank in the middle of Piss-All-Nowhere, California. I mean, sure, they stole the tank near a San Franciscan museum, drove it to the docks and then traveled several miles downward to Pacifica, but I mean, all that for a bank with nary a vault? What kind of dumbass does that?
Three dumbasses do that.
Three Agency dumbasses.
They burst in with AR-15s and kill Alexander before he even has time to look up. Kimball, that is, the younger and sole Kimball, takes a bullet to the side, and falls behind a wall, out of sight, outta mind.
Ulysses and Kellogg each take a man out with their respective weapons, and the third trips on his shoelace and is stabbed by Ulysses with a bank pen. Gotta admit, those things can kill. The two, realizing that there was a wounded man, rush to Kimball's side, looking to patch him up. By this time, most of the bank-goers have ran, leaving just the two. They patch him up, stare at some of the exposed wires, and take him and go back to their hotel.
9:45 am, one hour and ten minutes after the robbery and death of Doctor Alexander Kimball.
The hotel room is small and cheap, but it has a bed, and that's all anyone needs. Laying on the sole bed, recovering from the shock of the past hour, was Kimball, eyes shut and mind still racing, as one's mind often does when they're sleeping.
At the sole table sits Kellogg, inspecting the good late doctor's Zastava CZ99. "Nice cheap piece of crap."
"You say that about every fucking semi-auto pistol, Simon."
"S'true."
"Whatever. Gotta admit, the two tone finish is a nice touch."
"Til the steel melts."
"Can it. Should we wake him?" Asks Kellogg, apprehension clear.
"Dunno. See how the news is covering it? 'Tragic Bank Robbery Results In One Death, more on page 1A'? They weren't even wearing masks. This was a hit, plain and simple. But why him? How'd he piss of the Agency?"
"It's not ours to investigate. Maybe the kid knows."
