Only a Moment
Take the Money and Run
Disclaimer: You know the drill.
Thanks to siddhe_ranma for the idea.
This little moment takes place within the world of my trilogy. It is when Belinda Harrison, Sands' superior officer, tells him about the coup. They are at a restaurant in Mexico City, having lunch.
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So Barillo was paying Marquez to kill the President.
How interesting.
The whos and whys did not really matter. The CIA expected him to stop the coup, and that too did not matter. What mattered was the payoff money.
Twenty million pesos.
The words floated in the air between them.
Twenty million pesos.
A man could do a hell of a lot with that kind of money. He could disappear to wherever he wanted. No one would ever find him.
El Presidente would die, there was no question about that. He was a good man, but he was too good. The balance had been lost the moment he had stepped into power. Killing him would restore that balance.
But the money?
Sands thought he would maybe do a little coup of his own. Good-bye Mexico, hello freedom.
"Okay," he said. "I'll see what I can do."
Belinda Harrison smiled. "I knew I could count on you."
He permitted himself to smile back. Stupid bitch. She didn't know the first thing about him, did she?
Some opportunities were just too good to pass up. This was most definitely one of them. With that money he could say "Screw you" to everyone. The world was largely populated by fucking idiots. Here was his chance to flip them all the finger.
He wanted out. Spying wasn't fun anymore. He was bored. And he could do more to restore the balance and satisfy the bloodlust all on his own. Creating chaos on a grand scale was fun sometimes, but it was just too much work. He didn't like working. He liked setting things up and watching it all fall apart.
Watching was fun.
With twenty million pesos, he could sit back and watch anything he wanted.
It was a liberating thought. He was suddenly in a good mood.
He didn't even mind when Bel left, and stuck him with the check.
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