The Last Assassin

22

I ran a route to make sure I hadn't picked anyone up while visiting Tatsu, then called Dox. We found a coffeehouse and I briefed him on what I had discussed with Tatsu.

When I was done, he said, 'Well, it sounds sensible to me.'

Dox was one of the few people I knew who without any self-consciousness might describe a plan to take a man's life as sensible and leave it at that.

'You know we're not going to make any more money out of this,' I said. 'Not that we need any.'

'Hey, I wouldn't be the rich man I am today if it weren't for you.'

'Spend too much time with me, and you might not live to enjoy that money.'

'I'm willing to take that chance.'

I nodded. 'All right. If we wanted to create the appearance of a Chinese sniper at large in Japan, what kind of ammunition would we be talking about?'

'Shit, man, these days just about everybody's using NATO 7.62. Got your Russian Dragonov, British L96, Canadian C3A1, your various U.S. and NATO configurations, of course. The Chinese Type 79 and Type 85 are basically just copies of the Dragonov. They all use 7.62.'

'So there's nothing specifically identifiable as Chinese?'

'Ah, you're talking about those rounds painted with a red PRC flag with yellow stars in the corner and a little "Made in China" insignia? There aren't too many of those, no.'

I ignored the sarcasm. 'All right, if we tried to be too specific it might look obvious, anyway. Sounds like something chambered in 7.62 ought to be close enough for government work.'

'Well, I'm partial to the HK PSG/1 I employed in our little Hong Kong adventure. That's 7.62 and has a twenty-round magazine, too. Get me another one of those, and I can cause all kinds of mayhem from damn near a thousand yards out. Or the dreaded M40A3, that's a fine weapon, too. Trigger pull like snapping a glass rod.'

'We'll see what Kanezaki can do.'

'You ask him for a sniper rifle, he's going to know who's using it. He accused us of forming a damn union after what we did in Hong Kong last year, remember?'

Shit, I hadn't thought of that. Dox and I had partnered on that op to take out a French/Arab arms merchant named Belghazi, and Kanezaki had provided the hardware. Yeah, asking him for another sniper rifle, I might as well have just handed him Dox's business card.

Dox saw my discomfort and laughed. 'I ain't objecting, man, just saying. Half the jobs I've done in the last three years I've done for him. I don't mind if he knows I'm involved in this one. He knows if he ever crosses me he'll spend the rest of a short and anxious life glancing up at the rooftops around him, wondering if that prickling he feels on the back of his neck is me smiling at him from behind a scoped rifle.'

I nodded. 'All right. But I want to handle him a certain way.'

'You just tell me the plan, partner, and I'll follow your lead.'

I smiled, thinking, Poor Kanezaki