I Scene I
didn't look like much. A package, not too thick, wrapped
in brown paper. Franklin held it tightly in his hands. It
might save him and save The Legacy.
night was wild and dark, clouds whipping across the moon,
plunging the city into darkness then jerking it back into
light as the blue moonlight streamed across it briefly.
The air hung thick and electric, an eerie sense of calm
settling over everything. It was a feeling that nothing
good was going to happen.
feet: that was all it was to the postal box; only twenty
feet. Not enough to even get out of breath. Tonight it seemed
to stretch twenty miles. Franklin looked around; making
sure the street was empty, then slipped out of his car,
scurried across the street and opened up the slot to the
mailbox. The package teetered on the edge for a moment then
will know what to do, Benoit." He said under his breath
as the package disappeared into the darkness. "I just hope
you do it quickly my friend. I am depending on you."
hit the bottom of the box with a soft thud, nestling among
the bills and letters to grandma. Normally Franklin would
have used an agent to deliver the package, or the Legacy
courier service. But he could trust no one. It was safer
to send it post.
stillness was broken by a shriek of wind that rattled the
trees. Franklin glanced around nervously. He couldn't shake
the feeling that something was about to happen. Quickly,
he walked back to his car, slipped in and closed the door,
trying to close out the feeling too. He sat there for a
moment, then turned the ignition and drove into the night.
I Scene II
on the move."
slender woman crouched behind a wall that bordered the park
across the street from where the Saab had been parked a
few minutes ago. She was dressed all in black; a few pieces
of chestnut hair escaping the black stocking cap pulled
tightly over her head. She wore a lightweight headset that
sat in her ear and curved around to sit just below her lips.
She was holding a gun.
thought she'd lost him as she watched the late model Saab
speed away from the row of flats they'd been watching for
weeks. Without thinking, she ran down the street after the
car, risking her cover. Then he was gone. She jumped into
the black van they had been using for surveillance and started
after the car. Now, as she watched the red taillights disappear
into the night she knew it was time for them to make their
is bullshit." She muttered into the headset to her unseen
companion. "He knows too much and all we do is watch and
wait. If we take him out, we will eliminate the risk."
to base, Nightingale. You're about to get your wish." A
male voice hissed in her ear. "It's time to remove Fairchild
from the picture."
woman smiled. That was the kind of decisiveness she loved.
Tucking her gun into the waistband of her black stretch
pants, she headed back towards the van. After tonight, it
would all be over.
I Scene IV
was dark when Franklin opened the door to his flat. He froze.
He had left the small light on the side table on. He always
left a light on, especially since he'd found out about the
girl and the terrible project that wouldn't leave his dreams.
He'd started to hate the night. But now the light was off.
Franklin felt his heart start to beat hard. Then he felt
the prick at his neck.
over Fairchild." The voice hissed in his ear. Slowly the
needle plunged in his vein. The room started to get fuzzy
and his heart beat faster and fast. Franklin pushed at the
man who was holding him, stumbling into the middle of the
room. His vision started to cloud over, and he slowly collapsed
to the ground. The last thing he saw before slipping into
the blackness of unconsciousness was a priest across the
room, a smile across his face.
I Scene V
was late when Mike realized something was wrong. Something
had been nagging at her since she saw Franklin pull up and
return to his prison cell. She'd missed something, but she
couldn't figure out what. Shrugging, Mike had grabbed a
powered sugar donut and dunked it into her now cold coffee.
as she started to doze off, it was nagging at her again.
Maybe it was all the years of training talking to her, telling
her that she'd slipped up, that she'd missed something.
Something...then it came to her.
bolted straight up, her heart pounding.
my God. The priest.
was what was wrong. The priest had never left the building.
Her donut and coffee fell to the floor, spilling milky brown
liquid all over the carpet, but Mike didn't see it. She
pushed out the door and ran down the hall, pushing a young
man out of her way as she almost fell down the stairwell.