Sweet Dreams (41 page)

The general had escaped, and no one knew where he was. The consensus was that he was likely in Russia or the Czech Republic, but no one knew for sure. The agent who had double-crossed them was in prison for selling secrets to Russia, which was provided by an anonymous tip to the director of the FBI.

"You with us, Mark, or are you dreaming again?" Jamison smiled as he pointed to the screen behind him.

"I'm here,"

"Good, this man is connected with the General Karjanski and is involved in smuggling nuclear weapons into Iran. His name is Hokamend Mahmud-e-Raq. He is also part of the ter-

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rorist organization involved in the bus bombings last year in Oakland and the one in Los Angeles.

"Mark, you have a contact and a safe house waiting. You are to leave in twelve hours. This, mind you, could be a year or so mission. We need you to, first, get any information from his personal computer and locate his nuclear weapons warehouse, and then, take him out."

Mark nodded. The briefing had gone for on over an hour now, and he had been studying Hokamend the past few weeks. His twisted web of terror was beginning to un-ravel. As Jamison finished up, he looked at Mark and wished him luck. If it went as Mark dreamed it would, then it would end with Hokamend dead on the floor of his beautiful palace in Iran.

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KIRK READ HIS OBITUARY and laughed. He couldn't believe all the lies that his friends wrote about him. There was even a blip from his ex-wife:
"Was a kind and caring man."

"Bah, what does she know?" He sipped on a peach margarita and closed his eyes. Bali was warm and smelled like the ocean. Kirk found himself sitting in a wooden chair that folded back so he could lie back and soak up the sun's rays. The soft sand felt good on his feet, and the soft breeze filled his mind with happy thoughts.

It felt good to be free of his past. Here there was no one to bother him, other than the local women and the occasional parrot that flew into his hut every now and then. He smiled as he thought about the million dollars he found in the rubble of what was left of the old asylum. He had almost missed it, but when a dead man is handcuffed to a suitcase, it usually means 386 AARON

one thing.

He couldn't believe how cheap Bali was. The villa he bought was only Two Hundred Thousand Dollars, and it came fully furnished and with hired servants, maids and gardeners. To Kirk, they were peasants, and he was the king. His drink was replaced by a fresh one by a little, brown local girl. She smiled at him and wandered off to do whatever she did when she was not waiting on him. Kirk liked it here. One day he was going to pick up his gun again...but not yet. Besides, he knew that General Karjanski lived just two villas down. Kirk smiled, he wasn't finished yet, not by a long shot.

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About the Author

Aaron Patterson
resides in Boise, Idaho with his beautiful wife Karissa and daughter Soleil, son Kale and baby Klayton. He was Home Schooled and graduated Bible School in 2002 with a Bachelor of

Divinity degree.

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