The Gibb Says Uncle Affair
by Gale Force
Part 2.
One man still remained in one of the seats, just a section over from where Gregori Kuchenko had been seated. He and his two companions had drawn straws...he'd gotten to watch the game while they had had to sit outside in their SUV.
Carlton Forbes - for such was his name - toyed with his cell phone. He'd just finished calling Simonson and Davidenko, his colleagues, to let them know that their quarry was leaving the building but had left his grand-daughters behind, and had witnessed Kuchenko's encounter with the individual whom he had called "Ducky."
It had looked entirely innocent, and probably was, Forbes thought sourly. Indeed, Forbes thought sourly of this entire project. This Kuchenko was an old man...at least 70. What possible use could he be with Project Polaris?
Still, he had been given very strict instructions. Anything to do with Kuchenko was to be recorded and reported.
Forbes meandered down the steps, and as he passed the man with the felt hat, he took his photo with the cellphone. For added good measure, he took a photo of the man's female companion.
Then, Forbes walked out into the sunshine. As he walked toward his motorcycle, he called his companions again.
"Anything?"
"No... he is sitting in his car. He looks as if he's waiting for someone." came Simonson's voice.
"His granddaughters. They're getting an autograph, but they were just done as I passed them...indeed..." he stopped speaking, as the two girls teetered past him in their high heels, talking excitedly.
As Forbes straddled his motorcycle, he sighed heavily. Not for the first time, he wondered if their boss were simply testing his team, assigning them to this very simple task just as some sort of test. True, they were new recruits to this new organization... well, this old organization which was beginning to hatch again... but their "street cred" as the Americans called it should have already been established.
Nevertheless...they had their orders and must follow them.
Quickly, while he waited, he dialed his contact's phone number and emailed the two photos he'd just taken. By the time he'd done this Kuchenko and his SUV had pulled out of the parking lot, followed at a respectable distance by Simonson....and then by Davidenko in a car of his own.
In order to follow anyone, a minimum of two vehicles was required. If the quarry became suspicious of one car, it would peel off and the second car would take its place.
As he sat on his cycle, he saw the old man and the young woman walk past him and enter into a car of their own. The woman was driving. On a whim, Forbes decided that he would follow their car, just to see what their next destination was. If for some reason that old man was of importance, he would be ahead of the game.
Forbes grinned, coldly. Ahead of the game was where he always liked to be.