璇玑之心刃·冷血悍将-第146部分

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　watching　through　his　binoculars　and　considering　his　actions　for　the　evening。
Friday　night；　the　start　of　the　weekend；　and　people　were　making　their　purchases。　It　seemed　this　was　a　busy　night　for　the　gentry　business。　He　identified　one　probable　dealer　a　block　and　a　half　away。　Early　twenties。　Twenty　minutes　of　observation　gave　him　a　good　physical　picture　of　both　the　dealer　and　his　assistant…‘lieutenant。‘　Both　moved　with　the　ease　that　came　both　with　experience　and　security　in　their　place；　and　Kelly　wondered　if　they　had　fought　either　to　take　this　place　or　to　defend　it。　Perhaps　both。　They　had　a　thriving　trade；　perhaps　regular　customers；　he　thought；　watching　both　men　approach　an　imported　car；　joshing　with　the　driver　and　passenger　before　the　exchange　was　made；　shaking　hands　and　waving　afterwards。　The　two　were　of　roughly　the　same　height　and　build；　and　he　assigned　them　the　names　Archie　and　Jughead。
Jesus；　what　an　innocent　I　was；　Kelly　told　himself；　looking　down　another　street。　He　remembered　that　one　asshole　they‘d　caught　smoking　grass　in　3rd　SOG　…　right　before　going　out　on　a　job。　It　had　been　Kelly‘s　team；　and　Kelly‘s　man；　and　though　he　was　an　FNK　right　from　SEAL　school；　that　was　no　excuse　at　all。　Confronting　the　man；　he‘d　explained　reasonably　but　positively　that　going　into　the　field　in　anything　less　than　a　hundred…percent…alert　state　could　mean　death　for　the　entire　team。　‘Hey；　man；　it‘s　cool；　I　know　what　I‘m　doing‘　had　not　been　a　particularly　intelligent　response；　and　thirty　seconds　later　another　team　member　had　found　it　necessary　to　pull　Kelly　off　the　instantly　ex…member　of　the　team；　who　was　gone　the　next　day；　never　to　return。
And　that　had　been　the　only　instance　of　drug　use　in　the　entire　unit　as　far　as　Kelly　knew。　Sure；　off…duty　they‘d　had　their　beer　bashes；　and　when　Kelly　and　two　others　had　flown　to　Taiwan　for　R&；R；　their　collective　vacation　had　not　been　terribly　unlike　a　mobile　earthquake　of　drunken　excesses。　Kelly　truly　believed　that　was　different；　blind　to　the　explicit　double　standard。　But　they　didn‘t　drink　beer　before　heading　into　the　boonies　either。　It　was　a　matter　of　mon　sense。　It　had　also　been　one　of　unit　morale。　Kelly　knew　of　no　really　elite　unit　that　had　developed　a　drug　problem。　The　problem　…　a　very　serious　one　indeed；　he‘d　beard　…　was　mainly　in　the　REMFs　and　the　draftee　units　posed　of　young　men　whose　presence　in　Vietnam　was　even　less　willing　than　was　his　own；　and　whose　officers　hadn‘t　been　able　to　overe　the　problem　either　because　of　their　own　failings　or　their　not　dissimilar　feelings。
Whatever　the　cause；　the　fact　that　Kelly　had　hardly　considered　the　problem　of　drug　use　was　both　logical　and　absurd。　He　set　all　of　that　aside。　However　late　he　had　learned　about　it；　it　was　here　before　his　eyes。
Down　another　street　was　a　solo　dealer　who　didn‘t　want；　need；　or　have　a　lieutenant。　He　wore　a　striped　shirt　and　had　his　own　clientele。　Kelly　thought　of　him　as　Charlie　Brown。　Over　the　next　five　hours；　he　identified　and　classified　three　other　operations　within　his　field　of　view。　Then　the　selection　process　began。　Archie　and　Jughead　seemed　to　be　doing　the　most　business；　but　they　were　in　line　of　sight　to　two　others。　Charlie　Brown　seemed　to　have　his　block　entirely　to　himself；　but　there　was　a　bus　stop　only　a　few　yards　away。　Dagwood　was　right　across　the　street　from　the　Wizard。　Both　had　lieutenants；　and　that　took　care　of　that。　Big　Bob　was　even　larger　than　Kelly；　and　his　lieutenant　was　larger　still。　That　was　a　challenge。　Kelly　wasn‘t　really　looking　for　challenges　…　yet。
I　need　to　get　a　good　map　of　the　area　and　memorize　it。　Divide　it　into　discrete　areas；　Kelly　thought。　I　need　to　plot　bus　lines；　police　stations。　Learn　police　shift　times。　Patrol　patterns。　I　have　to　learn　this　area。　a　ten…block　radius　ought　to　be　enough。　I　can‘t　ever　park　the　car　in　the　same　place　twice；　no　one　parking　place　even　visible　from　another。
You　can　hunt　a　specific　area　only　once。　That　means　you　have　to　be　careful　whom　you　select。　No　movement　on　the　street　except　in　darkness。　Get　a　backup　weapon　。。。　not　a　gun　。。。　a　knife；　a　good　one。　A　couple　lengths　of　rope　or　wire。　Gloves；　rubber　ones　like　women　use　to　wash　dishes。　Another　thing　to　wear；　like　a　bush　jacket；　something　with　pockets　…　no；　something　with　pockets　on　the　inside。　A　water　bottle。　Something　to　eat；　candy　bars　for　energy。　More　chewing　gum　。。。　maybe　bubble　gum？　Kelly　thought；　allowing　himself　some　levity。　He　checked　his　watch：　three…twenty。
Things　were　slowing　down　out　there。　Wizard　and　his　number…two　walked　away　from　their　piece　of　sidewalk；　disappearing　around　a　corner。　Dagwood　soon　did　the　same；　getting　right　into　his　car　while　his　lieutenant　drove。　Charlie　was　gone　the　next　time　he　looked。　That　left　Archie　and　Jughead　to　his　south；　and　Big　Bob　to　the　west；　both　still　making　sporadic　sales；　many　of　them　still　to　upscale　clients。　Kelly　continued　to　watch　for　another　hour；　until　Arch　and　Jug　were　the　last　to　call　it　quits　for　the　night　。。。　and　they　disappeared　rather　fast；　Kelly　thought；　not　sure　how　they‘d　done　it。　Something　else　to　check。　He　was　stiff　when　he　rose；　and　made　another　note　on　that。　He　shouldn‘t　sit　still　so　much。　His　dark…accustomed　eyes　watched　the　stairs　as　he　descended；　as　quietly　as　he　could；　for　there　was　activity　in　the　house　next　door。　Fortunately；　the　rats　were　gone；　too。　Kelly　looked　out　the　back　door；　and　finding　the　alley　empty；　walked　away　from　the　house；　keeping　his　pace　to　that　of　a　drunk。　Ten　minutes　later　his　car　was　in　sight。　Fifty　yards　away；　Kelly　realized　that　he‘d　unthinkingly　parked　the　car　close　to　a　street…light。　That　was　a　mistake　not　to　be　repeated；　he　reproached　himself；　approaching　slowly　and　drunkenly　until　he　was　within　a　car　length。　Then；　first　checking　up　and　down　the　now…vacant　street；　he　got　in　quickly；　started　the　engine；　and　pulled　away。　He　didn‘t　flip　on　the　headlights　until　he　was　two　blocks　away；　turning　left　and　reentering　the　wide　vacant　corridor；　leaving　the　not…so…imaginary　jungle　and　heading　north　towards　his　apartment。
In　the　renewed　fort　and　safety　of　his　car　he　went　over　everything　he‘d　seen　in　the　past　nine　hours。　The　dealers　were　all　smokers；　igniting　their　cigarettes　with　what　seemed　to　be　Zippo　lighters　whose　bright　flames　would　injure　their　night　vision。　The　longer　the　night　got；　the　less　business　there　was　and　the　sloppier　they　seemed　to　bee。　They　were　human。　They　got　tired。　Some　stayed　out　longer　than　others。　Everything　he‘d　seen　was　useful　and　important。　In　their　operating　characteristics；　and　especially　in　their　differences；　were　their　vulnerabilities。
It　had　been　a　fine　night；　Kelly　thought；　passing　the　city‘s　baseball　stadium　and　turning　left　onto　Loch　Raven　Boulevard；　relaxing　finally。　He　even　considered　a　sip　of　the　wine；　but　this　wasn‘t　the　time　to　indulge　in　any　bad　habits。　He　removed　his　wig；　wiping　away　the　sweat　it　had　caused。　Jesus；　he　was　thirsty。
He　addressed　that　need　ten　minutes　later；　having　parked　his　car　in　the　proper　place　and　made　his　way　quietly　into　the　apartment。　He　looked　longingly　at　the　shower；　needing　the　clean　feeling　after　being　surrounded　by　dust　and　squalor　and　。。。　rats。　That　final　thought　made　him　shudder。　Fucking　rats；　he　thought；　filling　a　large　glass　with　ice；　then　adding　tap　water。　He　followed　it　with　several　more；　using　his　free　hand　to　strip　off　his　clothing。　The　air　conditioning　felt　wonderful；　and　he　stood　in　front　of　the　wall　unit；　letting　the　chilled　air　wash　over　his　body。　All　this　time；　and　he　didn‘t　need　to　urinate。　Had　to　take　water　with　him　from　now　on。　Kelly　took　a　package　of　lunch　meat　from　the　refrigerator　and　made　two　thick　sandwiches；　chased　down　by　another　pint　of　ice　water。
Need　a　shower　bad；　he　told　himself。　But　he　couldn‘t　allow　himself　one。　He‘d　have　to　get　used　to　the　feeling　of　a　sticky；　plasticlike　coating　all　over　his　body。　He‘d　have　to　like　it；　cultivate　it；　for　in　that　was　a　part　of　his　personal　safety。　His　grime　and　odor　were　part　of　his　disguise。　His　looks　and　smell　had　to　make　people　look　away　from　him；　to　avoid　ing　too　close。　He　couldn‘t　be　a　person　now。　He　had　to　be　a　street　creature；　shunned。　Invisible。　The　beard　was　even　darker　now；　he　saw　in　the　mirror　before　heading　to　the　bedroom；　and　his　last　decision　of　the　day　was　to　sleep　on　the　floor。　He　couldn‘t　dirty　up　new　sheets。
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Lessons　Applied
Hell　began　promptly　at　eleven　that　morning；　though　Colonel　Zacharias　had　no　way　of　knowing　the　time。　The　tropical　sun　seemed　always　to　be　overhead；　beating　mercilessly　down。　Even　in　his　windowless　cell　there　was　no　escaping　it；　any　more　than　he　could　escape　the　insects　that　seemed　to　thrive　on　the　heat。　He　wondered　how　anything　could　thrive　here；　but　everything　that　did　seemed　to　be　something　that　hurt　or　offended　him；　and　that　was　as　concise　a　definition　of　hell　as　anything　he‘d　learned　in　the　temples　of　his　youth。　Zacharias　had　been　trained　for　possible　capture。　He‘d　been　through　the　survival；　evasion；　resistance；　and　escape　course；　called　SERE　School。　It　was　something　you　had　to　do　if　you　flew　airplanes　for　a　living；　and　it　was　purposefully　the　most　hated　thing　in　the　military　because　it　did　things　to　otherwise　pampered　Air　Force　and　Navy　officers　that　Marine　drill　instructors　would　have　quailed　at　…　things　which　were；　in　any　other　context；　deeds　worthy　of　a　general　court…martial　followed　by　a　lengthy　term　at　Leavenworth　or　Portsmouth。　The　experience　for　Zacharias；　as　for　most　others；　had　been　one　he　would　never　willingly　repeat。　But　his　current　situation　was　not　of　his　own　volition　either；　was　it？　And　he　was　repeating　SERE　School。
He‘d　considered　capture　in　a　distant　sort　of　way。　It　wasn‘t　the　sort　of　thing　you　could　really　ignore　once　you‘d　heard　the　awful；　despairing　electronic　raww　of　the　emergency　radios；　and　seen　the　‘chutes；　and　tried　to　organize　a　RESCAP；　hoping　the　Jolly　Green　Giant　helicopter　could　swoop　in　from　its　base　in　Laos　or　maybe　a　Navy　‘Big　Mutha‘　…　as　the　squids　called　the　rescue　birds　…　would　race　in　from　the　sea。　Zacharias　had　seen　that　work；　but　more　often　he‘d　seen　it　fail。　He‘d　heard　the　panicked　and　tragically　unmanly　cries　of　airmen　about　to　be　captured：　‘Get　me　out　of　here；‘　one　major　had　screamed　before　another　voice　had　e　on　the　radio；　speaking　spiteful　words　none　of　them　could　understand；　but　whic