Blood geysered from the fresh wound, and Ariz let out a low, guttural moan.
Rapp yanked the woman off the bed. He took off his wig and spat out his fake teeth. He looked down at Aziz, lying on the bed and bleeding in three places, his arms useless With the silencer pointed at Aziz’s forehead, Rapp asked, “Do you remember me?”
Aziz looked up in pain, no recognition on his face.
Rapp turned his head to the side.
“You cut me in Paris, remember?”
Aziz’s face froze as he searched his memory. After a moment a thin smile creased his lips.
Rapp backed up a step With great satisfaction he squeezed the trigger one more time, closing a very bad chapter in his life.
“Four Tangos down. I’m on my way out,” Rapp muttered into his radio. He herded the prostitute down the hall and to the first floor. At the back door he told her to get lost and watched her stumble into the darkness.
Rapp reached into his bag and grabbed a block of C-4 plastique, setting the timer for twenty seconds. He threw it into the kitchen and closed the door.
Rapp walked casually to the end of the alley, where a four door Mercedes sedan skidded to a halt. The back door flew open, and Rapp got in next to Commander Harris.
As the driver hit the gas, there was a loud explosion and the dark alley erupted into a fiery ball.
