Part 75

Part 75

The first person on our list is John McClear from Lexington Kentucky. This agent is Anglo-Saxon, blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and stands about six feet seven inches. John was a sniper in the 19th infantry, which may problematic for us trying to get close to him. It’s said that most snipers know how to blend and can be almost invisible to the human eye. We see them in our everyday ventures into the World, but we can never describe them even if they stood next to us, they’re that good with blending. We found that John now lives in Florida, in the South Palm Beach area. I guess that would be the perfect place for him, given his looks. If he tans nicely, he’ll surely fit in with the stereotype of what a surfer looks like.

Traveling down Ocean Boulevard there’s people everywhere, going towards the beach, leaving the beach; kids with glow sticks, and teddy bears. We came at the right time; there must be a carnival in the area. Which means, right before their last night at any location, they normally let off fireworks that'll muffle the sound of a fight or gunshots; whichever comes first. As we were getting closer to John, every street we cross over, almost immediately someone that's standing on that corner makes a call, right before they take off running in the opposite direction that we're heading in.

"You may want to get ready, we're going to be under fire shortly."

"Then stop the car and pull over. We'll maybe be less obvious if we're walking."

"We'll be wide open with nothing to slow the bullets down. At least this way it'll have to go through the car first before it hits us."

"All we're doing is surveillaning the area, we'll be coming back to do the job, so what's the big deal?"

"Nothing I guess."

He pulled over and we walked the rest of the way. Three miles one way and three on the way back but we were able to gain some insightful intel. There's three plain clothed guards at the front gate, but they weren't armed from what I could see. Four cameras facing the gate from different angles and six embedded in the trees surrounding the front of the house. Our plan will be to come back after two in the morning, go over the wall, and capture our mark for questioning. The only problem is that we don't know if the guards are armed inside, if there are any dogs, or cameras. So basically, we're going in blind. I was okay with that, I just want to get this started. It would be nice if he was the mole,  but the likelihood of that isn't likely. We may end up going through his entire team before we have any clues of the real perpetrator, but que sera sera.

We took our time, we wanted to make sure that we had everything in order, an escape plan as a back up, in case our first extraction
plan fails. A few days later, got the word that the carnival will be here for another month, we don't have time to be waiting around, so we're moving in tonight.

Setting out to get our first mark, it's three in the morning, anger the streets are clear. We were two miles from John's home, Eric thought it was best of we used one stolen vehicle to get here, and one of John's to transport him back. We decided the best thing to do was to look like we're runners, wearing bright reflective colors, and running shoes. Also making it a point to have in ear buds, pretending to listen to music. Instead the plug to the headphones is tapped to the inside of our pockets that we'll end up using to communicate. If we plug them in now there will be a loud interference that'll be deafening to the both of us. Now one mile out, we slow up our pace because we don't want to exhaust  ourselves before we get to our final destination.

Eric breaks off into the neighbors' yard but I keep running so I can do the same but on the other side of John's home. I connect my headphones to the walkie that Eric and I share.

"Alpha to Support." Eric repeated twice.

"Support's ETA, ten minutes."

"Roger that, keep your head low Support."

"10-4."