The Third Option

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Rapp was at his core a lone wolf. He was not a team player unless he was the leader, and he expected others to support him and follow without question. In a business that was filled with huge egos, he often found it easiest to work on his own. Rapp never apologized for his behavior. He let his results do the talking. His government had sent him on dozens of nasty missions, and he bad achieved the primary goal in almost every single one of them.

Clutching the phone firmly in his left hand, he said, «Irene, I am really busy right now.»

«I know you are, but I need to be kept in the loop.»

«We have at least four individuals in my house,» snapped Rapp, «that I obviously didn't invite over. I think Anna might be there, but I can't be sure. A car just left the house with one occupant that we think might be the Professor. These are all things that Marcus could have told you. I've got my hands full right now, Irene. I will call you when I need something.» He leaned forward and slammed the phone down.

He turned to Dumond, his face red with anger. «We are in the field, not back at Langley! I am calling the shots, and I expect my orders to be followed to the letter.» Rapp turned his glare on Coleman. «I expect and want your input, but when it's time to take action, the debating is over. Are we all clear on this?»

Coleman and Dumond both nodded – Coleman out of respect for the need of a chain of command and Dumond out of fear. A moment later, Dumond touched his headset and said, «The car is stopping.»

Rapp's head snapped around and looked at the monitor. The sedan was pulling into a gas station. Rapp tried to figure out which one it was. He yelled to the driver up front, «How far until the Solomons Island Road?»

«We're coming up on it right now.»

«Take it south, get over in the left lane immediately, am be ready to turn into the Exxon station.» Rapp turned to Dumond. «Turn some of these lights off.»

«Scott, tell the boys there's a Standard station on our right when we get off the exit. Tell them to pull into the lot and wait to back us up if we need it. «The van started to slow, and Rapp stuck his head into the driver's compartment. As they took a right onto Solomons Island Road, Rapp looked across the street at the parking lot of the Exxon Station. He sighted the dark blue sedan parked right in front of the store. He had to think quickly. Rapp noted that the driver of their van was wearing black pants and white shirt with a black bow tie. He looked like should – a caterer. «How much gas do we have?»

«Three-quarters of a tank.»

«Do you have a credit card on you?»

The man hesitated momentarily. It was a strange question coming from a man he'd never met. «Yeah.»

«Are you wired?»

The driver tapped his left ear. «Yeah, your man's got my channel.»

Extending his arm and pointing at the station, Rapp said, «Pull up to those pumps right there. Right behind that Crown Victoria. Get out of the car, and start to put gas in. I'll tell you what to do over the radio.»

Rapp went back to Dumond and pointed at the screen. «Can you get me a shot of the store on this?»

Dumond nodded and went to work. Four seconds later, they were staring at an image of the store. Rapp patted him on me shoulder and put his headset back on. «Libra Three, we have the car. Please go back to the house and keep us informed of any changes.»

«Roger that, Virgo One. We're heading back to the house.» Rapp closed the door to the driver's compartment, and the three of them huddled around the screen. «Marcus, you're recording all of this, right?»

«Yeah.»

The driver of the car was not visible inside the store, so Rapp said, «Get us a quick shot of the car, and run the plate.»

When the camera focused in on the rear plate of the sedan, Coleman let out a groan and said, «Shit.»

Rapp added a second expletive, and Dumond asked, «What's wrong?»

«The car's got government plates.»

«Run them anyway,» Rapp said.

«Mitch, this complicates things.»

«Maybe, maybe not.»

«What do you mean, maybe? There's no maybe about it. If this guy is a fed, we've got problems.»

«We'll see. Marcus, get us a shot of the store again.» A man in a suit with sandy blond hair was at the counter checking out.

Coleman said, «That's not the Professor.»

«Is there anyone else in the store?»

Dumond moved the joy stick around in an attempt to peer into the far comers of the store. After a second, he brought the focus back to the man at the counter. «It looks like he's the only one in there.»

Rapp watched him pull out his wallet and band the cashier some money. Grabbing Dumond's shoulder, Rapp said, «Tell our driver to get back in the van.» Dumond repeated the command, and a few seconds later they heard the driver's door close. Their eyes were glued to the screen as they watched the man in the store pick up a cardboard tray filled with four towering Styrofoam cups. A white plastic bag was also hooked to one of his hands.

Rapp spoke quietly. «Tell the driver to pull into the spot on the left of the sedan and park.»

While Dumond was repeating the order, Rapp took his headset off and pulled out his silenced Beretta. Coleman did the same. As they moved forward, Dumond manipulated the camera atop the van to keep the target in view. They came to a stop just as the man was setting the tray of drinks on top of the roof of his sedan.

Rapp opened the door quickly and stepped to the asphalt. The man had his back turned to him. Just as he was starting to look over his shoulder, Rapp raised his left and brought the butt end of his pistol grip crashing down. The hard blunt steel of the Beretta smacked the back of the man's head and immediately buckled his knees. Rapp grabbed him under one arm while Coleman grabbed the other. They dragged him the few feet to the van and dropped him onto the floor. While Rapp swung the man's legs into the vehicle, he checked an ankle holster and a potential backup weapon. Coleman snatched the man's automatci from his shoulder holster and grabbed his car keys.

He held the car keys in front of Rapp. «What do you want me to do with the car?»

«Follow us in it. There's an industrial park just down the road.»

THE INDUSTRIAL PARK was a mix of two-story office buildings and warehouse space. The van and the sedan pulled around to the back of the building. Across the street was a strip mall with a bar at one end. Hackett and Stroble parked near the bar and kept an eye on the street. When Coleman opened the side cargo door of the van, he was greeted by the sight of Mitch Rapp sitting on top of the man they had just grabbed. Rapp's knees were on the man's arms, and the tip of his silenced Beretta was pressed firmly into the man's right eye socket.

With a clenched jaw, Rapp asked, «Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you.»

Coleman stepped into the van and closed the door. «What does his ID say?»

«I haven't had a chance to check it yet. We've been too busy talking, right?» Rapp stuck the tip of his silencer a littlde further into the man's eye.

Coleman reached down and pulled open the man's suit coat. He snatched a leather case out of the breast pocket and opened it. Instead of saying anything, he held the document in front of Rapp's face.

«Special Agent Salem of the FBI.» Rapp looked down at j die man. «Would you mind telling me what in the hell you were doing in my house?»

«I don't know what you're talking about.»

Rapp looked at Coleman and jerked his head toward Dumond. «Give him the ID and have him run it.»

«I'm not going to ask you this again. What were you doing at my house? The one on the bay that you just came from five minutes ago?»

The man's lone eye darted back and forth. «I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about.»

«Last chance. Tell me why you were at my house and what you're doing with Anna Rielly.»

«I told you I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Do you know how much trouble you can get in for kidnapping a federal…»

Before he could finish, Rapp reached down with his left hand and grabbed the man's right index finger. At the same time, he increased the pressure on the man's eye socket and slid his knee down to his forearm. With a quick yank, Rapp snapped the man's finger. He let out an agonizing scream. Rapp took the opportunity to move the silencer from the man's eye and stick it deep into his mouth. When the tip of the silencer reached his throat, he started to gag.

Looking for recognition in the man's eyes, Rapp asked, «Do you know my friend Mario Lukas? The big fella you gunned down in College Park the other day?» Rapp saw the sign, a flicker of fear. Over his shoulder, Rapp asked, «Anything on that plate?»

«Nothing. It came up blank. I'm checking the name now.»

Looking over at Coleman, Rapp said, «This guy isn't a fucking fed. If he was, he'd tell us something.»

«Yeah, I think you're right.» Coleman looked down at the man and said, «Don't make us torture you.»

Rapp withdrew his gun, and the man spat, «You two can go fuck yourselves. You are in deep trouble.»

Coleman smiled. «That was very original.» Reaching down, he grabbed the finger that Rapp had already broken and gave it a yank. The man started screaming again. Rapp took the opportunity to shove the silencer back in his mouth.

Dumond announced, «This guy is no fed. He's nowhere in the database.»

Rapp removed the gun and asked, «What do you have to say for yourself now?»

The man gasped for air and said, «I'm undercover.»

«Yeah, right, dumb shit. You're an undercover FBI agent posing as an FBI agent.» Rapp switched the Beretta from his right hand to his left and grabbed the man's good index finger. Rapp didn't even bother to ask a question this time. He just took the finger and snapped it like a twig.

The man screamed,» All right… all right! What do you want to know?»

«Is Anna Rielly in that house?»

«Yes.»

«Where?»

«She's upstairs.»

«Is she all right?»

«Yeah.»

«Don't fucking lie to me. Have you guys laid a hand on her?»

«No, I swear we haven't.»

«Why is she there?»

«I don't know.» Rapp didn't like the answer, so he started for the finger. Before he got to it, he yelled, «We told her we were bringing her there to meet you.»

«Whose idea was that?»

«I don't know; I'm just a foot soldier. They tell me what to do, and I do it.»

Coleman leaned in. «Did the Professor give the order?»

«Yeah, I think so.»

«Is he at the house?»

The man shook his head with a pained face. «He was earlier, but he left.»

«How many people are in there?» Rapp asked.

«Ah… I don't know.»

Rapp grabbed a finger and twisted for five full seconds. He screamed and tried to buck Rapp off, but Rapp was too strong. When the man stopped gasping, Rapp repeated the question. «How many people are with you, both inside and outside the house?»

«Two more.»

«I know that's a lie, and I'm getting really sick of this game.» Rapp looked up at Coleman. «Let's waste him. We don't need him anymore.»

«There's four more.»

«You'd better not be lying to me, or I'll put you out of your misery right now.»

«I swear I'm telling you the truth. Just don't kill me.»

Rapp studied the man for a long moment. He thought he was telling the truth, but one could never be sure with something like this. Looking at Coleman, Rapp said, «Get the boys over here. I have an idea.»