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hotel, before he left for the theater. He was on his way to see Romeo and
Juliet. The theater was only across the road, a few hundred feet away to the
left, but it was cold, he had always been a target for attack and he was
incredibly rich, so why walk?
About one hundred feet short of the main road I hit the driveway from
the Intercontinental's front entrance. It was a semicircle and one way. I
turned left; in front of me, halfway down the concrete and glass building,
was a large blue canopy to protect guests from the elements as they got in
and out of their cars. The ground floor walls were glass, through which I
could see the warm and cosy looking interior. Small trees lined the
driveway; they had lost their leaves and were now covered in white Christmas
lights. The snow made them look as if they'd been sprinkled with icing
sugar. I carried on past the illuminated reindeer that stood on the lawn
between the driveway and main drag, which was about one hundred feet down a
gentle slope.
The plan was simple. Nightmare and Carpenter were to kill the close BGs
that were protecting the target as he came from the elevator, then cover me
as I took the target toward the main doors. While this was happening, the
Jameses would have blocked off the rear of the Meres with their 4x4, Sergei
would block the front with the Nissan and all three would be controlling the
other BGs and drivers with their AKs.
Once outside, I'd head for the back of the Nissan, dragging the target
with me. We'd both lie under a blanket, with my pistol rammed down his
throat while Sergei drove to the DOP (vehicle drop-off point), where the
target would be switched to the trunk of a changeover vehicle enroute to the
border. Meanwhile, Jesse and Frank would be giving the area the good news
with CS gas before leaving in the Toyota, along with the other two, to their
DOP and
changing vehicles. We'd all RV (rendezvous) near the border and get
into a truck that was rigged up with hidden compartments while Sergei drove
us into Mother Russia. Then it was just a few hours to St. Petersburg and
payday. Nice work if you can get it.
I walked under the canopy and through the first set of automatic
tinted-glass and brass-effect doors. Once past the second set I was in, my
face flushed from the downward blast of the heaters above the doorway.
I knew the foyer area well. It had the air of an expensive, comfortable
club. I hadn't seen any of the rooms, but they must have been stunning.
In front of me, about one hundred feet away and behind a group of very
noisy and confused Japanese tourists surrounding a mountain of matching
suitcases, was the reception desk. In the far right-hand corner was a
hallway that led to the restaurant, rest rooms, and the all-important
elevators.
By now Nightmare and Carpenter should be at the far end of the hall,
sitting by the restaurant entrance. From there they could keep trigger on
the three elevator doors.
Immediately to my right, behind a dark wood-paneled wall, was the
Baltic Bar. To my left, efficient-looking bellboys were buzzing around a
sprinkling of sofas, chairs, and coffee tables. The lighting was subdued. I
wished I'd just dropped in for a drink.
I headed for one of the sofas, sitting down so that I was facing the