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replied with his eyes still on the target in the window of the bank.
    “Good.” The Major breathed a sigh of relief. “Let’s keep our heads here men; this shit is going to get a little weird. Let’s do our jobs so we can go home and forget we ever took this job.”
    “I’m going to Vegas after this shit!” Marlin pointed out. “Gonna get me some sweet ass whore and spend the entire ….”
    “No one wants to hear it, Marlin. Geez, you’re a freak!” Everett cut him off from his thoughts. “How ‘bout you follow orders and finish this lousy day off right.”
    “Whatever!” Marlin was getting fed up with their holier than thou crap lately. He was seriously thinking of a change recently, enough to make him consider a transfer to another unit. In his mind, this payday would let him take some time away before he’d file the papers. Then he’d be done with these goody-two-shoes!
    Wilson could tell something had been wrong with Marlin lately and knew he’d have to address it soon. Once they had grouped to debrief at the conclusion of the mission, he’d sit Marlin down and find out what was happening. It bothered him to think of replacing a long time team member, but the way the private had been acting the last few ops had been troubling and there was no shortage on applicants waiting to transfer in. Eight hours, he thought to himself. Eight hours and all this would be behind them and life would be back to normal. Time was moving slowly as the task grew closer to completion. He had to admit he was going a little stir crazy too, but they had a job to do and he had to keep them focused. If the shit went wrong in the middle of the city, there was bound to be someone with a camera lurking nearby.
    Hours ticked by and the preparations were complete. The decoy ‘twin’ body was in place and the clock ticked ever closer to the bank closing down. Major Wilson peered through his binoculars as he studied the target closer. The man was finishing some reports and starting to take notice of the fact the rain had picked up more than before. He left his office, only to return with a newspaper that he would obviously use as an umbrella. The target checked his computer once more before grabbing his coat and things, turning his office lights off as he left.
    “T minus five minutes to extraction.” He thumbed his voice receiver on his throat. “All stations report!”
    “Gentry here; traffic rerouted with do not enter signs. We’ve got the place to ourselves. Ready and waiting to move.”
    “Marlin in stairwell; gots the mood lighting for our romantic rendezvous! Little fucker won’t see us in the dark!”
    “Hastings in van on level ramp; she’s runnin’ and ready sir!”
    “Everett in position; explosives are live and waiting on your signal. Tapped into local authorities and will intercept any 911 calls. Should give us a window to get outta dodge.”
    Wilson smiled; he knew his men wouldn’t let him down. “Let’s do this and go home boys!” he added just as a reminder. It was go time!
    Wilson got his first in person look at the target as he exited the stairway on the third level of the parking garage. The man stood there with a look of mild confusion as he saw the doppelganger behind the wheel of his vehicle; then came the look of panic as his mind grasped that the figure was dressed as he was now. When the target approached the mark, Wilson tapped his throat mic for the signal to Everett who let all hell break loose!
    Many times had the Major seen the effects of a concussion blast on a nearby person, but it never ceased to amaze him! The target was thrown some twenty meters in the air; his body just flying clear of the concrete ceiling; and slamming hard into the wall. Tapping his mic twice, he signaled to the others that it was time to move in.
    Marlin was the first to reach the target, scooping him up and throwing him over his shoulder. Wilson met Marlin as he turned to leave the scene and tried to assess the