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Authors note: Even thought the bad guys seem rather stupid in this chapter they are actually really smart it is just a bad code. (Remember about the little button in the bottom corner)

I Like my Coffee Salty

A large white utility van pulled over to the curb. Two "workmen" climbed out of it, and got out their cleaning supplies. They started work on the windows of a small boutique. A young blonde in a white sundress sat at one of the tables in an open-air-cafe by the shop. A handsome man sat down to join her, and ordered drinks for Sue and himself.

In a small dark space, Tara's face was lit by a computer screen. A small camera in Jack's watch scanned over the other people and tables in the cafe. "What do they think they're doing?" glowered Myles, where he sat beside her in the back of the van.

"Who?" Tara asked.

"Demitrius and Bobby don't look like real window washers... they're leaving streaks."

"If we ever need someone to pose as a window washer again," smiled Tara. "We'll be sure to let you do it instead of them." Myles grunted.

"One of our friends has just arrived," Jack's voice came from the speaker. He had a small microphone hidden on him. A muscular, bald man -namely Hank Radley- was seated at a table by himself. He ordered a drink, and started smoking an expensive looking cigar.

A teenage boy sidled up to Sue and Jack's table. "Would you like to buy some beautiful flowers for your girl friend," he asked Jack.

Jack cleared his throat. "Uh sure..." He picked out a bouquet of white carnations and paid for them. As the boy sauntered away, Jack handed the flowers to Sue. "Here you go, dear," he smiled broadly. Sue laughed softly, then lowered her gaze to her lemonade.

Suddenly Tara's voice sounded in their ear pieces. "Someone is nearing his table," she said.

"Right," said Jack. A tall man in a black suit and sunglasses seated himself at the table with the bald man. He ordered coffee. Sue watched their lips and repeated what they were saying. Her hidden microphone picked it up for Tara, Myles and the sound recorder.

"Took you long enough to show up."

"I was held up by traffic. Now, there is too much salt in my coffee for you to put the sugar in it... I'm getting a new cup, and then you can put the sugar in it."

"Huh?" said Hank. "What are you talking about?"

"I need a new cup," repeated the tall man.

"Sure... maybe we should talk about business now."

"I HAVE SALT IN MY COFFEE!" yelled the tall man, looking exasperated.

"Can... can I get you a new coffee?" asked a waitress.

"No," said the tall man through gritted teeth. "I like my coffee salty." She gave him a funny look, then turned away to help another table.

"Didn't you learn the code?" whispered the tall man, leaning in close.

"Oh... right. I forgot," said Hank.

"Idiot." The tall man lowered his voice, so that none others might hear. "The drop off point is drawing too much attention. We're choosing a new one before you drop off the drugs."

"That was all we needed to hear," said Myles in their ear pieces. "Let's close in." Jack got up slowly from his table, and sauntered towards the men. The two window washers had set aside their tools and were doing the same.

"Excuse me gentlemen," said Jack. They looked up suspiciously. "I'm with the FBI." The two men sprang from their chairs and dashed through the cafe, sending chairs clattering and people sprawling. They tried to leap over the white picket fence surrounding the cafe. The tall man made it. The bald man landed on his face with one foot caught between the fence posts. Almost instantly he had Myles and Jack pinning him down. The tall man was sprinting away but was stopped short by a well aimed blow of a squeegee.

Both men were jerked to their feet, as the agents handcuffed and searched them. "You're under arrest," said Jack, and read them their rights.