Blades of Winter by G. T. Almasi

Author:G. T. Almasi
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780440423553
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2012-08-27T21:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 24

NEXT DAY, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 8:00 A.M. EST MANHATTAN’S CHELSEA AREA, NEW YORK CITY, USA.

The next morning I find a whole new way to be freaky with people. I’m in line at a coffee shop down the street from our safe house in Chelsea. Some dickhead right behind me tries to strike up a conversation, like this is a good place to pick up women. I finally turn around, look this fool in the eye, turn on my infrared vision, and unleash a barrage of my dad’s favorite expletives. Dick-head drops his charming smile, spins on his heel, and runs away. I guess he’s never been confronted by a foul-mouthed red-eyed devil chick. The Med-Techs didn’t tell me that my IR vision would make my eyes turn red, but it’s a nice side effect to use on people who talk to me before I’ve had my coffee.

While I wait, I inhale the fresh-baked, fresh-brewed coffee shop smells. A small TV on the counter runs a news story about the brutal murder of a young woman in the East Village last night. She’d been tied up and then tortured to death in her hotel room. We see pictures of cops milling around, pictures of paramedics milling around, and pictures of neighbors milling around. The suspects are three Cuban terrorists, each with a prior criminal record. Their angry-looking mug shots are displayed so New Yorkers know who to be afraid of.

I finally get to the counter. “Two large coffees with cream and extra sugar and a half dozen of your chocolate glazed.” Mmm, doughnuts. I carry the breakfast loot back to the room we stayed in last night. Patrick glances over as I open the door. He wiggles his eyebrows up and down to acknowledge my successful doughnut safari.

I put our coffees on the nightstand. Neither of us is a big talker in the morning, especially when we’re on a job. He’s sprawled across the bed, conference comming with his Information Coordinator and Director Chanez about what happened last night with the bug-eye girl. I sit on the edge of the bed with my coffee and turn on the TV news. Maybe the cops have already caught those three dangerous Cuban dudes.

I click around the channels until I find a semicircle of suits blowing hot air out their asses. It’s a discussion panel about current affairs, and the covert community’s point of view is being presented by none other than Jakob Fredericks. He’s in the middle of a long and pompous harangue about the importance of maintaining good relations with Greater Germany. After he runs out of breath, the camera angle switches to a wide view of the group. Fredericks’s seat is on the far right. As the show’s host talks about what else is on the agenda, Fredericks turns and beckons to someone from off camera. The person walks into the edge of the picture. She’s a young female, about my age. The girl leans down to hear what Fredericks says, like she’s his assistant.

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