B.B.U.S.A. (Buying Back the United States of America) by Lessil Richards, Jacqueline Richards Read Free Book Online Page B

nothing has been arranged for the Denver layover. Of course every minute that transpires is to Leo’s favor, not ours.”
    John offered to call the Denver TSA to have Leo detained, but Bob felt that involving the local security would just further complicate things. “Remember, our plan is to remove him quickly and quietly, without drawing any unnecessary attention to us or the B.B.U.S.A.”
    Another half hour passed. John and Bob nearly consumed the entire pot of coffee. Florin called for room service to deliver three lunch specials and a large orange juice to the conference room. As room service arrived with their lunch the phone finally rang.
    “Hi, I’m in Denver. I was so exhausted on the flight that I conked out right after takeoff and did not stir till we lit. Our flight was delayed on the tarmac, and as is, I only have about 15 minutes to make it from this gate to the other one. I’m sure I won’t be able to get to Leo till Chicago.”
    “Well, I guess you can’t control everything.” Bob said disappointedly. “You best be on your way and see if you can switch seats so you are able to observe Leo and perhaps listen in on any conversations he might have prior to arresting him in O’Hare. Since I didn’t hear from you I had nothing arranged as far as back up goes in Denver anyway. I’ll have three organization guys meet you at the gate in O’Hare. The four of you can take him into custody as discretely as possible once on the ground. Try not to involve airport security if you can help it. If you have to flash ID, please use DEA to be consistent with what I used this morning, okay?”
    “No problem. Good idea! I’ll get close enough to listen discreetly to any conversations he might have. I’ll keep you abreast of what I find out. Thanks for sending me on this one. I appreciate your confidence in me. I won’t let you down.”
    “You’re welcome, but play it smart and don’t underestimate him. Call me from Chicago when you have him in custody for instructions on how to dispose of him without anyone finding out. I have some ideas floating around in my head right now, but we have to make sure that his demise does not look suspicious in any way or can be traced back to us. Okay, you have a plane to catch, get going!”
    “Well boys, let’s finish lunch, and make a couple of calls to the mid-west district, then retire for some sleep.”
    After lunch Bob dismissed Florin and John, and made the necessary calls himself. He figured that he would enjoy at least four hours of sleep before hearing from Ervin with the good news that Leo was in custody and at a safe house. He locked the two front conference room doors and entered his adjoining room heading straight for the king sized bed. He placed his 9mm pistol and holster as well as his cell phone on the night stand next to the bed. He kicked off his shoes and crawled under the covers hoping that the coffee he just consumed would not keep him awake.
    Ervin was proud to be Bob’s right hand man. He felt even more important than he had when working for the CIA. Now, he was still serving his beloved country in an important undercover operation that allowed him to be whatever agency he desired at the time. Both Bob and he had been issued several legitimate ID’s, though they rarely used them. He could be virtually any agency. He could appear and disappear without a trace. Other than Bob, he truly answered to no one. Ervin didn’t fully understand how they got paid or how Bob always had the cash to pay them, but that really did not matter much. He was well paid and Bob was as reliable as the rising or setting sun.
    He knew that he was a valued asset to the B.B.U.S.A. and a very important part of the team, truly Bob’s right hand man. He was proud that he would soon be the one to make the final arrest. Making it through the crowd to the gate with five minutes to spare, he darted into the restroom, partly hoping to find Leo standing alone at a urinal. After a