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The Detachment

The Detachment

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Autoren: Barry Eisler
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“Legs apart, knees straight, faces down, palms against the van. Or we’ll find out just how quiet these suppressers are.”
    The threat was deliberate. I didn’t want them to count even a little on any hesitation we might have about the sound of gunshots.
    They complied. I handed Larison the other suppressed pistol. He secured his own gun in his waistband and we covered the two of them while Treven searched for weapons. He came away with two folding knives, two mini-lights, two cell phones, two wallets, two notepads, and a set of car keys. He pocketed all of it, secured their wrists behind their backs with heavy plastic flex ties, opened the van doors, and got inside. The flex ties could be defeated by someone who knew what he was doing, but for now all we needed was to inhibit them and slow them down. Larison and I shoved them in, got in ourselves, pushed them face down onto the floor, and closed the doors behind us. Larison kept them covered while Treven moved to the driver’s seat. We’d punched peepholes in the van’s sides and back. I removed the duct tape covering them and looked through. Between Treven in front and the peepholes in back, we had three-hundred-sixty-degree coverage of the area around the van. So far, it seemed our brief interaction outside had attracted no attention.
    One of Horton’s men said, “What are you going to do with us?”
    Larison said, “The next one of you who talks without being asked a question first, I’m going to pistol whip.”
    No one said anything after that. We watched the street for five minutes. It was getting lighter outside. Everything was quiet.
    Treven stayed up front at the wheel, going through the items he’d taken from Horton’s men. I put the duct tape back in place over the peepholes and turned on the rear dome light. Larison and I sat Horton’s men up and pushed them back against the passenger-side wall, their legs splayed in front of them. I was going to ask them a few questions myself, but something about Larison’s body language—the confidence, and also the menace—made me realize he was going to handle it. And likely handle it well.
    “Here’s how it’s going to work,” he said, placing the muzzle of the suppressed Glock first against one of their foreheads, and then against the other. “I’m going to ask you some questions. The first one who gives me useful, accurate information that tracks with what I already know, gets to live. Whoever loses the race to talk first gets an instant bullet in the head. That’s the game and there’s only one winner. You ready?”
    The two men looked at him, then at each other. Sweat broke out on their foreheads. The inside of the van suddenly reeked of fear.
    Larison pointed the ominously long suppressed barrel of the Glock at one, then the other. “Who sent you? Why? Where is he? How do we get to him? What else do you know? That’s it. Ready, set, go.”
    Their eyes were bulging now and they were beginning to pant. They looked at Larison. They looked at each other. The one on the right shook his head, as though pleading or in disbelief. Suddenly, the one on the left turned his head and shouted, “Colonel Horton! To protect his daughter!”
    The other guy screamed, “Shut the fuck up!” Larison instantly swung the pistol over. There was a crack about the loudness of someone snapping his fingers and the guy’s head smacked into the wall behind him. Then he lay suddenly slumped and still, a neat hole just above his left eye.
    “Congratulations,” Larison said to the remaining guy. “You won the first round. But you have to keep going.”
    “Jesus!” the guy spluttered. “Jesus Christ!”
    “Maybe you didn’t hear me,” Larison said. “I said, you have to keep going.”
    The guy was starting to hyperventilate. “You’re just going to kill me, too!”
    Larison shrugged. “Maybe not. Make me like you. Make me feel grateful to you. I’m as human as the next guy.”
    “Oh, my God!” the guy wailed.
    “Calm down,” Larison said. “I know it’s stressful. This is the most important moment of your life, and you don’t have much time. Because, and I think you know this now, I’m not very patient.”
    “Horton…Horton sent us. What else do you want to know?”
    “Who else did he send?”
    “I don’t know of anyone else!”
    “You sure?”
    “Yes!”
    “His name is Raymond Trent,” Treven called from the front. “North Carolina driver’s license. The dead guy was Carl Ryan.

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