Michael Malone - Weebly

methodically, expensively, fumigated the area, collected
all the bodies, zipped them up in surplus bags, and
trucked them out. Back at the rest stop, the corpses
were packed into a supply van to transport them to the
Boston naval base where Brickhart had some pals. And
from there they would be flown in a surplus plane out
into the Atlantic to meet en masse legitimate deaths,
when their plane would "crash" on its way to a military
conference on Martha's Vineyard. "Happens all the
time," Hector Brickhart had said, in reference to planes
lost at sea. "Well, not that often," said Thom, Dick, and
Harry, who thought he meant multiple assassinations of
American citizens by government agencies.
The three desk men stood beside the van as the
plastic bags were carried by. A soldier unzipped
enough so that they could check the faces for the
features of Wolton and Eagerly. They found neither.
Except for one token black (the cook) and one
token Jew (the chief of staff), all the faces, behind the
twists of death, were young, bland, and hybridized
Anglo-Saxon, the purest strain that of the Tennesseean
janitor. The cook's bag was carried like a baby up to