"The Three Day Pass" Chapter 11
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Driving back to base, a thought flashed into Joseph's mind. He pulled
to the side of the road and punched in William Barns home phone number. A
female voice answered and said, "Hello?"
"Hi, is this the home of William
Barns?" Joseph asked, and when the party on the line confirmed it, he asked
if Bill was at home.
"Yes he is, but he is rather busy right now. May I ask
who is calling?"
"Please, just tell Bill that Joseph is calling from a cell
phone and that it is rather important that I speak with him."
Joseph heard
the woman call out "Bill-someone called Joseph-calling from a cell for
you."
"Joseph! Anything wrong?" Bill asked breathlessly.
"No, nothing
really wrong-I just had this feeling that I should call in and tell you
about something that happened this evening when I got to the Muhammad house.
When I arrived, only the girl was home."
"Well a nice, quiet evening at
home together," Barns said leeringly, "bet you were thrilled."
"As a matter
of fact, I was, and things were going along as you would expect," Joseph
said. "However, when I asked where her parents were, Kassie said that Fazzi
and Mary were at a meeting of the 'Justice for the Middle East Committee'.
It was some sort of executive meeting and Fazzi, as an officer in the
organization, was required to attend. At the time, it just did not seem
important or unusual. Later, we were interrupted by a phone call telling me
to get back to the base ASAP as the base was on alert. Just now, while
driving back, suddenly a thought came into my mind. Knowing Arab culture,
and Mary in particular, it now strikes me as rather unusual that she would
be invited to a meeting of the executives. While it is not unheard of for
women to hold positions of importance, it was just a bit out of the
ordinary. I thought it might be important-so I figured I'd better contact
you."
"Joseph, can you stay where you are and on the line? I need to go
into my den. Give me time to fire-up my computer. I'll be able to access my
office files from there and look up that organization. Don't move from
there. We have a clear connection and I don't want to loose you." he said,
and started leave.
Joseph screamed, "Hey Bill I can't wait! I have to get
back to the base!"
"Fuck the base! This just may be important. I'll cover
for you with the base. Just don't move until I check this out. And that's a
direct order coming from the FBI. I'll get back to you right away!" Barns
yelled.
Joseph was used to taking orders, so he sat there with the phone to
his ear-feeling rather foolish-and waited. He waited twenty minutes 'til he
heard the voice on the phone again. "Yes?" he asked, "what do you have for
me? Give it to me quick. I told the base I would be back in two hours and
I'm going to be late."
"First of all, relax. I will call your Commanding
Officer. The alert is most likely just a practice drill. If it were anything
serious-I would have known about it. I'll tell him you are working for
'Homeland Security', and that you will be back as soon as I let you go.
He'll approve anything I order him to, so you just listen to what I have to
tell you-then decide what you want to do."
"Sure, whatever you say Bill. I
just don't want to wind up with a Court-Martial or even a week of K.P. Who
the hell do I take my orders from?"
"Look, anything having to do with
Homeland Security-I'm your boss and my orders supersede any army orders. The
only person who can countermand my orders would be my District Chief. I
think I can trust you to know the difference between an army order and an
FBI order? As long as you do your job, I will back you up to the hilt," he
said, and continued, "anyway, I looked up that organization, and it is a
cover operation that raises money for 'Hamas'. Are you sure Kassie told you
he was an officer? -Because his name is not listed."
"That's what she
said," he assured Bill, "but she might have just assumed that her father
would be an officer in any group in which he had a membership."
"Can you
get back there tonight and get me more information?"
After thinking about
going back for a while, Joseph told him, "I could go back now, but I don't
think it's wise to do. If I came running back right now, with my base on
alert, they might think that was weird, especially, if I started to ask
questions about that committee business."
"Bingo! Anyone ever tell you that
you have a nose for this type of work?" the FBI agent said, "you're right,
this may have been a slip or it might even be a way of testing you. You have
to play it like you are not interested in Fazzi's meeting. I'm sure you can
figure a way of getting more information on the organization in the future.
Just play it cool and be careful. This could be the break we need to get
'goods' on them. Our government has finally recognized 'Hamas' as a
terrorist organization. Wait a second. You know, I never asked you if you
were circumcised."
"I'm not circumcised. Why do you ask?" Joseph answered;
trying to figure out what Bill could be getting at.
"I'm glad you're not.
If you were, they might think you were a Moslem or an Israeli spy. That just
may be one of the reasons they might want you to 'bed' either Kassie or
Fazzi. "
"Well, you can stop worrying about that Bill," the soldier said
quietly. "They both know I have not been skinned."
"I won't ask you how
they know," Bill laughed, "but I could guess. Get back to the base. I'll see
you Sunday. Have a good weekend."
Joseph turned on the radar detector and
drove at a good clip back to the base, making record time. He pulled the car
into the school parking lot and made his way to the Company Headquarters.
Soldiers in field dress were scurrying here and there loading up trucks with
all kinds of gear. He reported in to the company clerk.
"You're twenty
minutes late. I hope that girl was worth it, because this is going to cost
you! Where the fuck was you?" Williams demanded to know.
"Didn't a Mr.
Barns contact you? He said he was going to talk to the C.O. about this,"
Joseph said, just as the C.O. came out of his office.
"Corporal Williams,
I'm sorry I forgot to tell you, Benson was on special duty for me," the C.O.
said, and then told Joseph to join-up with his unit in the barracks.
Joseph ran to his quarters and found Ibrahim packing his gear. "Glad you
made it back buddy," his roommate said, as he continued to pack his duffel
bag. "Get packed. We are moving out."
"Where?"
"I don't know. All we were
told was to pack our field stuff as if we were going out on field
maneuvers," he said. "We were told to pack for a week in the field. What
with the weekend coming up everyone is pissed off. Where the hell were
you?"
"On overnight with Kassie in Paterson," he said, "we got caught at a
most inappropriate time, damn it. Her family had left for the evening and we
had the house to ourselves."
"Oh!" he laughed, "got caught with your pants
down? I still hope you know what you are doing, Joseph."
"It's gone beyond
playing games, Ibrahim. We are talking about a future together," Joseph
said, and then asked Ibrahim, "If I should need a Best Man would you like to
take the job?"
"You don't know what you're getting into, buddy. Are you
aware that you might have to convert to Islam? And are you sure you want to
go through with that? You would have to be circumcised!"
"I'm not so sure
about having my cock cut," the soldier said as he packed his field kit. "Her
mother was Christian, and we might get hitched in an army chapel. We have
not even discussed that part yet-but as much as I hate the thought-if it
comes down to that-hell, with the size of my cock, I think I can spare a bit
of foreskin for her. Besides, there is still plenty of time to think about
that."
"Well you better start to think about it. No Muslim father is going
to permit his daughter to marry a Christian. We don't like losing any of our
people to you infidels. Then there is also the matter regarding the
restrictions on not eating pork," Ibrahim jested, "who will I give my bacon
to...to say nothing about those pork chops you love so dearly!"
"Now you
Muslims have gone too far," he jested, "much too far. There, I have my gear
all packed-what now?"
"The usual!" Ibrahim said. "We wait."
They sat
around until a little after midnight. Then the "Stand Down" command was
heard over the school 'Bitch Box': "Stand down. The alert is canceled.
Resume regular duties."
A loud chorus of moans, groans and curses could be
heard. Typical army shit-hurry up and wait.
"What are you going to do
now-go back to Paterson?" Joseph's roommate asked.
"No, I think it's too
late for that," he said; "besides I need a good night's sleep. I'll just
call her and tell her I'll see her Monday night."
"Not going there over the
weekend?" asked Ibrahim.
"No, I have something to do for Kassie's father on
Long Island this weekend. She knows all about it," Joseph told him. "I'm
going outside to give her a 'good night' call before going to bed."
"Hey
you don't have to do that-I would love to hear how you make love to her in
Arabic," Ibrahim said, as he dodged a pillow thrown at him by Joseph while
he left the room. "Come back soon. It's unusual having you sleep here, and
it will give us a chance to catch up on things."
Walking outside, the
soldier found a secluded spot and called Kassie. He told her the alert had
been just a drill, and that he would see her Monday night. She said that
since she had the weekend free, she and her mother had decided to visit
relatives in the Dearborn area of Michigan. They would not be back 'til late
Monday evening. He wished her a safe trip. Then, sounding very disappointed,
he told her that he would miss her. "Please tell Fazzi that I hope to have
good news for him about my meeting with Mr. Worthington by Sunday
evening.
"Maybe you would like to stop off here on your way back from Long
Island?" she asked. "It would break up your trip. Perhaps you could also
pick up the laundry you left. The maid says that she washed and ironed your
uniforms and they are waiting for you."
"Oh yes, I forgot about that," he
said. "Please thank her for me. I don't need them now, so I will pick it up
next time I see you. I'll miss you, 'habibi'. I'm sorry about tonight.
Perhaps next time I shouldn't answer the phone!"
"I love you, 'habibi', and
I really wanted you tonight, but the army comes first. Coming from a
military family I understand, truly I do," she cooed. "Maybe next time. 'Til
Tuesday then."
Joseph went back to his room and found his roommate
stretched out on the cot, still dressed in his field uniform, sound asleep.
Joseph undressed, crawled into his bed and got a good night's
sleep.
Saturday, after inspection, he drove the car into New York City to
pick up Richard. It was the first time he had driven in a city of that size.
At first he was a bit scared. The drive through the tunnel was unnerving,
but once he got that under his belt, he was able to find his way about
Manhattan. He had studied the city maps, and after a few bad turns, he
finally made it downtown to Richard's apartment. He found a place to park
within view of the front door and called Richard on the cell phone. "Hey
babe, I'll be up in a few minutes. Are you packed and ready to go?" Joseph
asked.
"Yes!" answered an excited Richard: "I've been ready and waiting
for a half hour. We can leave as soon as you get here. That is, unless you
have another plan in mind, babe. It seems like years since we have seen each
other. I'm so horny for you, that I've been sitting here thinking about
raping you the moment you walk in the door!"
"You're going to have to hold
that thought until we are in bed tonight, lover. You know how I hate to fuck
and run. And we are going to have to run if we are going to catch the
train," Joseph lied-laughing to himself-"besides, I want to make love to you
under your parents' roof. It's a real turn on knowing they will be in the
same house."
"That's all well and good, but I just hope I can hold out that
long!" Richard screamed into the phone. "Just get your ass up here
fast!"
Joseph closed his cell, got out of the car and opened the trunk and
removed his small overnight bag-which he carried into the apartment
building. Using the key that Richard had given him, he entered the lobby,
found and rode the elevator up to Richard's floor. He opened the door to the
apartment and there was Richard, waiting for him. The two lovers embraced
each other and kissed.
"I've missed you so much, lov," Richard said, as
his hands slipped down to Joseph's ass-his hard erection grinding against
the soldier's groin. "You sure you don't want to forget about going out to
the Island tonight? We could stay here tonight and catch the first train in
the morning. I'll call dad and he will understand."
"No Rich, as much as
I've missed you, and want you right now, there are reasons that we have to
leave now. For one, you know your family must have prepared supper for us,
and that they will be very disappointed if we don't show up tonight," Joseph
said. "As for the other reasons-I will explain them to you while we are on
the way. Just hold that horniness 'til later, my love. I promise you won't
be sorry."
"Spoil sport," the dejected lover said, as both he and Joseph
picked up their travel kits and together they made their way to the
elevator. "Man, do I have a lot to tell you too." Riding down in the
elevator, Rich told Joseph that he had got the 'underwear' job he had told
him about. "The money is enough to pay for my acting school, full-time.
Also, remember that small part, the one I told you I was auditioning for? My
agent said I'm a shoo-in."
"Fantastic! I'm really glad for you. No more
tables to wait on," Joseph grinned.
"Well, like they say, maybe I should
not give up my day job just yet," said Richard, as they left the elevator
and went out on to the street, "but at least I don't have to wait tables on
the weekends."
As Joseph started to walk in the direction of his car,
Richard grabbed his arm and said, "Hey, haven't you learned where the subway
is by now? It's the other way."
"I know, but I just wanted to take a look
at that car parked across the street-that white convertible BMW."
"Yeah,
that's real kool," said Richard, as the two of them approached and circled
the car. "Someday, when I'm a big star on Broadway, I'm going to get my
hands on one of these babies. Then I'll be able to take you home or on a
date in real style."
"That someday is now. It's mine-all mine," said
Joseph, to his shocked companion, as he opened the trunk. "Put your stuff in
the trunk with mine, and we will drive out to see your folks in style. In
fact I'll even let you drive it. Along the way I will fill you in and bring
you up to date. Do you think you can handle this 'junky'?"
"You bet your
sweet ass I can. Dad lets me drive his BMW and that's a stick shift-this
should be a piece of cake. How did you ever manage to get this 'jalopy'? The
government isn't spending my hard earned tax money giving you soldiers BMWs,
are they?"
"Nope, it wasn't given to me by our government. A government to
which, if I recall right, you don't report some of your hard earned cash,"
Joseph jested. After loading their luggage, he handed Richard the car keys
and got into the passenger seat. "Here, you get behind the wheel. Let me
show you where everything is and how to start this baby up."
Richard
listened, started the car up, put it in drive, and they started off to the
Island. Joseph told Rich how he got the car, and filled him in on what had
happened since they had last seen each other. He told him
everything-including the parts about Fazzi and Kassie. "I'm telling you all
this, because I want you to hear this from me, and I don't want to hold
anything back from you. I don't want there to be any secrets or hidden
stuff. I love you and trust you and there will be nothing secret between us.
Anytime you feel that it's getting to be too much for you, let me know, and
I'll try to pull out."
"Joseph, you know I didn't want you doing any of
this crap in the first place. But, I also know that it has to be done, and
that you are probably the only one able to do this. Really, I may bitch and
complain, but I'm proud of you. I did a lot of thinking about this, and I
must admit, that in the beginning, I was ready to kill you. But then I kept
telling myself-over and over-that you are doing this for us, for you, for
the fucking country and for me. You I can fight, but I can't fight the
entire country, can I?"
"Tomorrow, my FBI control man will be at your
parents' house. He will talk to all of us: you, your parents, and me. I
already asked your dad to meet with him and your father has agreed. Tonight,
I'm going to tell your mom and dad the whole story. If after they hear me
out, they agree to work with me, I will continue this-otherwise I will tell
Bill that I want out. I'll quit and go back to being an army translator. I
don't care which way this turns out, as long as I have you and your family
alongside me in the future," Joseph said, as he leaned his head against
Richard's shoulder and kissed his cheek.
"Watch that babe. I don't want to
smash up your new car. You have a way of getting me excited at the most
inopportune times," Richard said, as his fingers grasped the wheel to keep
the car under control.
The rest of the trip, Joseph filled him in on who
Agent Barns was, and explained more or less how his family would fit into
the complicated plan. He had planned to tell the entire family together, but
the soldier thought it would be better to at least get Rich 'on board'
first. This way, both of them would present a united front. Joseph slipped a
CD into the slot, and for the rest of the trip they heard music from the
expensive sound system in the car.
Richard's eyes spied the 'black box'
hooked up to the sun visor. "Hey is that a radar detector up there?" he
asked.
"Yes and no," Joseph said. "It is a bug scanner and radar detector
rolled up into one instrument. I need it to make sure that no one is
listening to what's going on or has planted a tracking device. Agent Barns
thought it would be better to be safe than sorry. I'll show you how it works
later."
The drive lasted about two hours. When they were about 30 minutes
from the house, Richard told Joseph to call and let his parents know that
they were on their way and would be there soon. He wanted them to know so
that they would not go to the station to meet them. "Just tell them we have
arranged other transportation and don't need to be picked up," said
Richard.
Twenty minutes later, they appeared at the gate of the Worthington
estate. Using the gate intercom, they were let in and drove up to the front
door. Both of Richard's parents were waiting with opened mouths. As they
stepped out, Rich's father, seeing his son get out from behind the wheel,
said aghast, "Well, if I had known that modeling underwear was going to pay
so well-I would have done that myself years ago. I would have been saved
from all the ups and downs of the market."
"Sorry dad but it's not mine-it
belongs to Joseph, and he did not steal it either," he joked. "He will
explain it all to the both of you in due time."
"From what Joseph tells me,
we all have an interesting weekend in store for us," Richard senior
said.
Rich's mother hugged both boys and said, "Come, let's go inside. You
boys must be famished."
After they had eaten supper and were sitting around
in the living room, Joseph and Rich told the Worthingtons as much of the
story as they could. When he was finished there was a long silence. Mr.
Worthington, stern-faced, got up and began to pace back and forth.
"Now,
let me see if I read this right," he said, while still pacing, "you want
this family to use our position, to say nothing of our honor, to help you in
what may well be a wild-goose chase? And with no evidence other than this
Fazzi is an Arab?"
"Well sir, there is proof that at one time he was a
Syrian agent," Joseph said. "I will admit that it all sounds rather 'thin'
to say the least, but there must be something there. The fact that he is
involved with 'Hamas' should be proof enough to at least investigate. With
the record of that group alone, I would think that the possibility that we
might be preventing another 'nine-eleven' would be reason enough."
"And
what if there is nothing there?" asked Rich's father. "The very fact that my
firm helped you persecute an innocent Arab would kill any chance of my
getting a share of that oil money...."
"Oil money?" his wife asked. "Is
that more important than preventing another 'nine-eleven'? Dear, do you
remember how frantic I was that day, not knowing if you were alive, or if
you had been buried under one of those collapsed buildings? Your business
took you in and out of that area every day, and your office on Wall Street
was not far from 'ground zero'. Richard, this family lost a lot of friends
that day, and if there was anything we could have done to prevent it, you'd
better believe that we would have done it. If there is even a slight
chance...."
"You're right, my dear," Richard senior said, looking as if he
had been slapped in the face. "I should not have needed you to even remind
me. It's just that I guess I've forgotten that we are at war. Joseph, we
will help you in any way we can. What do you need us to do?"
"Well, I just
want you to listen to Agent Barns tomorrow," the soldier said. "He will
outline a plan that we have been working on. I think we will be able to work
this in such a way that you may attract a lot of legitimate 'oil money', as
well as help the country. One thing more, neither Barns nor anyone else
knows about your son and me. I think it would be better if we kept it that
way-for now."
"What if you have to marry that Kassie girl?" Mrs.
Worthington asked.
"I don't think it will come to that. Both Barns and I
now believe that, not only Fazzi, but also his wife, and possibly his
daughter, are Agents-that they may be using me in order to get something
other than a husband for her," Joseph said. "What that is-we don't know yet,
for sure."
"I'm sorry I sounded so cold before," Worthington senior said.
"We will all help. And let me say how proud of both you and Rich we are!
You, Joseph, are the best thing that has happened to Rich, and to our
family, in a long time. Be assured that we will do 'our duty'."
"Not only
that, sir, but just think of the sales commissions," Joseph said.
"You mean
I get to keep them?"
"Well I hope so. Why not? We will have to ask Barns
about that...along with whether or not I get to keep that BMW," Joseph
laughed.
"Now let's have a drink on it," Richard junior said. "And then,
James Bond here and I have a few maneuvers to go over in private. Just don't
try to wake us too early tomorrow. We have a lot of time to make up for. If
you hear unusual sounds coming from our room-don't call the E.M.S.-at least
not until you get the word from either of us."
"A little too much
information, junior," replied Richard senior.
It was eleven in the morning
when Joseph opened his sleepy eyes. He was having this really hot dream of
the two of them in bed. Richard was under the covers, between his legs, his
nose buried deep into the soldier's pubic hair. His throat encasing Joseph's
rock hard cock, Squeezzing it! Then he realized that it was no dream.
Peeking under the blanket, there was Richard...sucking away like he was
looking to suck all of Joseph's insides out through his cock.
"Oh yeah, it
don't get any better than this baby," he said, and then spun himself around
into a 69 position and took Rich's cock into his mouth. The two of them
spent the rest of the morning sucking and swallowing each other's dicks or
fucking each other like a pair of wild lovers on a honeymoon. Finally there
was a banging on the door.
"Hey you two, are you going to spend the entire
day in there? Are you both OK?" Richard's mom yelled out. "At least come up
for air and a bit of food other than..."
They both started to laugh so hard
that they rolled around on the floor. Richard yelled out to his mother,
"Neither of us asked you to call the E.M.S. yet mom! We'll be out in time
for a late lunch." Then to Joseph he whispered, "We'd better get up. She's
liable to call the fire department and have them hose us down like two
rutting dogs."
"Yes, I guess we had better. Barns will be here in a few
hours," Joseph said-laughing at the thought of the fire department hosing
them down.
The two lovers got showered and dressed and then came down for a
late Sunday brunch. After lunch they took a short walk along the beach. It
was difficult to realize that only a few weeks ago they were walking along
the same white sand-barefooted. The weather had quickly changed from summer
to late fall. This afternoon the wind was very cool-almost cold. Winter was
coming. You could almost smell the snow in the air. They walked hand in hand
for a while, enjoying the change in season, and then turned back to the
house. There they found Mr. and Mrs. Worthington waiting for them on the
back porch.
"We were watching the two of you walking together," Rich's mom
said. "It reminded us of the times, many years ago, when your father and I
would walk along that same stretch of beach. After you were born, Richard,
we dreamed that someday you might walk with the one you loved along this
beach. Today we saw that. Even though it wasn't exactly how we originally
visualized...it was still the same. Joseph, what my husband said-last night
about you being the best thing that has happened to our family-was only
partly right. Rich was the best and you are the second best. I'm so very
glad he found you."
"Well, I just don't know what to say," Joseph said,
choking up a bit, "your son means the world to me and...."
The sound of the
buzzer from the main gate interrupter their conversation, "That must be your
Mr. William Barns." Sarah said. "Let's meet this man and see what he has
planned for all of us." Moving to the front of the house, they opened the
gate by the remote control and waited as Bill drove his car up the driveway.
Joseph opened the car door for him and as he got out shook his hand and
introduced him to everyone.
"Bill, I want you to meet Mr. Richard
Worthington, his wife, Sarah and their son Rich," Joseph said. "Folks this
is Agent William Barns, my boss."
"It's a pleasure to meet all of you. I
assume that Joseph has told you why I'm here," Bill smiled as he showed them
his identification. "You can call me, Bill. Let's go somewhere private where
we can talk."
"I think the library would be the best place," Sarah said.
"Richard, my dear, take our guest there and I'll put on some coffee and join
you men there. Bill is coffee OK or do you wish something else?"
"Coffee is
just fine and that's very kind of you," Bill said.
They all followed the
senior Richard into the library and got comfortable around the coffee table.
Bill opened the large file he had brought with him and withdrew a few
sheets. "Mr. Worthington, besides your butler-chauffeur John Lang, his wife
Emily Lang the cook and Peter Devons the gardener, do you have any other
household help?"
"Why no! How did you know that?" Richard asked
flabbergasted.
"We are the FBI, Richard, and I had to check out anyone that
might be privy to anything we say or do on this matter. You can be assured,
that your servants, as well as the rest of your family are what we call
'good' security risks. However, I would still be careful about what you say
in front of anyone from now on. It might also be a good idea to remind them
that, 'what they hear here stays here."
"Just what is this all about? And
what is it that you wish us to do?" asked Sarah, returning to the room
wheeling a cart loaded with coffee, cookies and light refreshments. "I hope
this is enough Mr. Barns, I did not know if you had lunch or not. I could
have our cook prepare a sandwich, if you prefer."
"Oh my God, no thank you.
I already had lunch and what you have here is more than enough for me," said
Bill, taking the cup of coffee from her hand and looking over the sumptuous
spread laid out on the tray. "It is not often that the recipients of an FBI
visit welcome him with a catered affair," he jested.
After everyone had
helped themselves to coffee and snacks, Bill continued, "First of all, and
this is just supposition, we believe that Fazzi Muhammad and his family are
terrorists. And not only that, but we also think that Fazzi is the head of a
ring that is planning another undercover operation perhaps as big as the
World Trade Center one. And that they plan to add insult to injury by using
American money to pay for it! If this is so-it could mean that our efforts
to close down their financial sources are beginning to pay off.
"If you
really think that is so," the elder Richard said. "I join with my wife in
asking you-what can we do to help?"
"It remains to be seen if their
sources of money are drying up. I hope so, but in the meantime here is what
I would like you to do for us. Mr. Worthington, you will do and act the same
as if this was just a regular new account. It may well be a very large
account and we would like to know the amounts and where the money came from.
We would also like to know to where and to whom the money is going. We do
not expect Mr. Muhammad to come right out with this information. However, he
might slip and any information you can gather would be of help to us. Don't
push Fazzi too far. We don't want him to get suspicious. When funds are
withdrawn from the account we want a record of the amounts, to whom they are
given and how the money was transferred. We want to be able to establish and
follow the money trail."
"Is that all? " Richard senior asked. "Joseph made
it sound like we would be involved in a real 'James Bond' operation here.
What you are asking us to do is nothing more than SOP, (standard operating
procedure). I thought we would be involved in cloak-and-dagger
stuff."
"That's Joseph's job, and we do have other paid professionals for
that sort of stuff," the FBI agent said. "Joseph does get a bit
'Hollywoodish' at times. But taking that into account plus a few other
faults, he has the makings of a great agent. He really has the dangerous
part in this operation. But, for some reason, he gets the job done, and at
times, even better than our regular agents do or even could do."
"Is there
anything else we can do to help?" the younger Richard asked. "Something that
would make it less dangerous for Joseph?"
"No," Barns answered. "The one
thing we do not need is a amateur getting in the way. Joseph is one hell of
an agent and there is no need to worry about him. There is really nothing
else that I can think of offhand. You will all have my card with my
telephone numbers, at work and home. If you should have any questions or
need help, just call me either at the office or at home 24/7, and I do mean
24/7. I repeat: For now, Mr. Worthington, just act as you would with any
other client."
"Well, if what Joseph has told me about this man is true,
this man will not be any other 'ordinary' client. He may have lots of money
to invest and that will demand special handling," the Wall Street financier
said.
"Special handling? Yes, that's true," said the FBI agent. Since I
myself have never been involved with Wall Street or the big money boys, I
have no experience in how these things are done. Mr. Muhammad may want to
develop social as well as business relationships with you. I leave that up
to your judgment. I would think with your larger clients, co-mingling and
socializing are the norm. There could be a lot of money involved here and
you should expect some handsome sales commissions."
"Talking about the
commissions-last night, after Joseph told us about this operation-my husband
and I talked about this commission business," Sarah said. "We decided that,
after deducting expenses, we would like to have any leftover profit divided
between The NYC Policemen's Widows and Orphans Fund and The Firemen's Widows
and Orphans Fund."
"Madam, this is very generous of the two of you," the
agent said. "I don't know what to say, except, thank you." Then turning to
Joseph he said, "Who said, 'there weren't anymore class acts around'? Well,
unless there are any other questions, I'll finish my coffee and leave you
good people and return to my own family. It's now up to you, Joseph, to get
things rolling with Fazzi. Go get him, tiger!"
Bill finished his coffee
and again thanked the Worthingtons for their help and hospitality. Joseph
then showed him out. As he got into his car, Bill said to Joseph, "Your
friends are good people. I don't want to see any of you hurt. Be careful.
What I said in there about you having the rough part is true. Just watch
your backside."
"I will Bill. On the way back to base I'm going to stop at
Fazzi's and start the ball rolling. You take it easy driving home."
After
Bill left, the soldier rejoined the family in the library, and they talked
about setting up the first meeting between Fazzi and Richard senior. The
talk continued throughout the evening meal. After supper, Joseph and Rich
packed, said their good-byes and took off for the city. Joseph would drop
Rich off at his place, and say good-bye to him, and then continue on to
Paterson to pickup his laundry and perhaps a meeting with Fazzi....
...continues in "The Three Day Pass (ch.12)" - click here to continue...
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