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“Watch your back,” 47 responded. “Especially on the way out. Marla's on the loose. And she's
armed.”
“Thanks for the warning,” the Libyan said, as he hooked a pair of aviator-style sunglasses over
his ears. “Maybe I can buy her off with the Land Rover. Unless you object, that is.”
“No,” 47 replied, “That's entirely up to you.”
Then, with a wave to Numo, the assassin mounted the stairs.
No rifle shots were heard, but Gazeau saw a glint of reflected light coming from the direction of
the water tower, as if someone were eyeing the airstrip through a pair of binoculars. With that
possibility in mind, he went around to open the driver's-side door, removed the keys from the
Land Rover's ignition, and held them up where they were plain to see.
Then, having given the woman plenty of time to look, he slid the key ring down onto the
vehicle's antenna.
The C-27 had taxied away by then, leaving a miniature dust storm in its wake, as it made the
turn onto the runway. The General Electric T64-P4D engines roared as its pilot advanced both
throttles, the transport jerked forward, and quickly gained speed.
The plane took to the air a few seconds later.
NEAR NOTO, SICILY
The airstrip dated back to the days of World War II, when German planes had used it as a place
to refuel before taking off for North Africa. And later, when things began to go poorly for
Rommel, a squadron of fighters had been stationed there so they could attack allied shipping in
the Mediterranean.
But those days were long over, and the field was primarily dedicated to civilian aviation, plus
the occasional emergency landing by commercial jets.
As the sun was beginning to set, a lonely figure stood in front of the tiny terminal building and
stared toward the south. Though not Agent 47's friend in the conventional sense of the word,
Father Vittorio was his spiritual adviser, to the extent that the assassin needed one. The
operative believed he was headed for hell, and given all 47 had done, that was certainly possible.
But God never gives up, nor can I, the priest told himself. Because there is a kernel of goodness
buried deep within 47's soul, even if he isn't aware of it.
And there was evidence to support the priest's hypothesis. The assassin had once taken shelter
at Vittorio's church, where he worked as the gardener in an attempt to put his violent life behind
him. But men with 47's skills were hard to come by, and it wasn't long before the past caught up
with the assassin, forcing him to take up arms once again. Those had been bloody days, in a land
already soaked with blood, and it was something of a miracle that both Vittorio and his former
gardener were still alive.