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meet Kelly in the square he named at 6:00
P.M. that same day. He would then escort her to safety. She was
amazed at the plan when he finished explaining it to her.
    “You said that you had friends at the U.S.
Embassy, but I never thought you could arrange something like this!
Those friends must be CIA. You’re a spy also aren’t you, Bob?” she
stated, a little flash of anger showing.
    “Sort of,” he replied sheepishly, putting his
hand on her crotch and massaging it, trying to diffuse her
anger.
    “Well! You are obviously a better spy than I
am! I never suspected you. Was it your job to get me to defect?”
she snapped, but tightened her thighs on his hand to keep it where
it was. “Will I ever see you again after your mission is
accomplished?”
    “Kat, I love you! We’re going to spend the
rest of our lives together! My job didn’t have anything to do with
you! I was just trying to screw you, remember? You made me fall in
love with you. You’re the little sneak here!” he replied, kissing
her to stifle her reply.
    “I guess I believe you—I can’t be mad at you
right now. Maybe later. When do you have to leave?” she asked.
    “Before dawn. Not much time left.”
    “Just enough time for you to screw me again,
if you are up to it,” she laughed, feeling for his crotch.
    • • •
    Hatcher looked at his watch. Five more
minutes until six. Then he saw her come into the square and sit
down on the agreed upon bench. She lit a cigarette, signaling that
she had not been followed. He had told her to come armed, just in
case, so he hoped she had her Sig Sauer MP210 in a shoulder holster
under her left arm. He did not want it in her purse—it would take
too long to get at it if it were needed. He could see that she
looked nervous when he zoomed in on her beautiful face.
    Only a few more minutes, darling, and we’ll
be on our way to the rest of our lives!
    He scanned the area one more time on infrared
and saw only her heat source. He put his binoculars in their case
and secured the case to his waist.
    Time to go!
    He took the rope in his gloved hands and
fitted it onto the karabiner brake on his belt. He went over the
wall like a wraith and rappelled to the ground without a sound. He
stood in the shadows for a long two minutes, watching and
listening. He then lit a cigarette and knew that she had seen him
do so. She got up and sauntered toward him.
    Come on, baby! Come to Daddy. Get off that
square and into these shadows!
    She continued walking toward the burning end
of his glowing cigarette, trying to look nonchalant. She was
sweating, and quite afraid. She was so close to freedom!
    When she was about ten yards from Hatcher’s
position, all hell broke loose. A man dressed in black clothing
stepped out of a doorway behind Kat and shot her three times in the
back with a silenced pistol. Blood spurted from her chest and
stained her blouse red as she fell to the ground. The Hatchet Man
lost all control—abandoning his instincts, his training. Instead of
killing the assassin immediately as he should have—and could
have—he ran toward Kat, dumbstruck.
    “No! No! Kat! Sweetheart!” he sobbed as he
ran to her fallen body.
    The man in black raised his pistol and took
aim at Hatcher, but was spun around by the force of two bullets
fired by a man who suddenly emerged from a doorway a few yards to
the right of Kat’s position. Hatcher was oblivious to all of this.
He was on his knees and held Kat in his arms, calling her name over
and over. Then he realized she was truly dead.
    The Hatchet Man returned with a vengeance. He
took in the scene around him. The man in black who had shot Kat was
down and not moving. He looked at the other man, the one who had
evidently shot the man in black. Hatcher recognized him. He was
Gary Gaines, the man who worked the drop areas in this part of
Germany, passing messages back and forth between NOC agents and the
London Station Chief, John McGinnis.
    What the fuck is going on
here?