Of course there is a “Deep State” buried within the U.S. Government, but you are naive if you believe there is only one. The Star Alliance postulates more than one clandestine organization, each intent on pulling all the strings of the government.
Chapter 7 – Assassin
They were quiet for the rest of the flight. The copilot checked on Mike once during the flight. He was still out cold. The landing was typically uneventful. They taxied up to the small hanger, opened the jets’ door, and extended the stairs.
“Welcome, gentlemen,” Stephen greeted the two pilots as they exited their jet.
He moved from behind the hanger door and raised his silenced special issue military Glock 19-s. “End of the road, I’m afraid. Such a shame, too. So much excellent planning gone to waste.”
Stephen raised his empty hand to behind left his ear and gave his mastoid bone two quick taps with his index finger.
Both pilots yelled as their communicators squealed and heated before going dead.
“I destroyed your clever devices. Don’t worry, the heat will cauterize any damage done to you auditory and vocal systems. Other than the momentary pain, neither you or Mike will have any lasting damage.”
He looked at their jet saying, “Nice little puddle jumper you have there. Too bad it’s so slow. My own ride got me here thirty minutes ago.
“Yours wasn’t a bad plan, although ultimately it wouldn’t have worked. When the Alliance duped you into using our South American clinic to develop your implants, we had them add bug-and-tracking circuits to their design. Next time you find and buy a black-market medical clinic, you need to be sure it’s really for sale. Oh wait. I almost forgot, there won’t be a next time for you two.”
Phhhfft, phhhfft, whispered the Glock. Both the pilot and co-pilot dropped on the stairs. He walked up to the plane and stood over the two bodies. Phhhfft. Phhhfft.
Stephen stood staring at the two bodies for a moment. These two were Organization operatives, ex-operatives now and I am one of the few Alliance Prime Operatives. Hell, I drank the Alliance’s Kool-Aide years ago. On occasion, I even made and served it.
Stephen never failed at an assignment, even one as dark as this. He was totally convinced that the Alliance were the good guys, and the Organization was the sinister opponent. He felt no remorse at tonight’s operation. He knew it was for the greater good of the United States of America
Walking back to the hanger, Stephen subvocalized, <<It’s done. Call the cleanup crew. They’ll find Mike out cold in the cabin.>>