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The Cafeteria was a huge lounge area with waiters and waitresses serving many different people. Sue noticed that even though they were all races. They all looked sort of the same. Dressed all in black and a hard look in their eyes. Liza brought them to a large round table and handed them all menus.

“We don’t have a lot of American food but our cooks are great so it shouldn’t really matter.” She said.

“So you guys must have a few questions for me.” Sam said. Cindy looked at her and realized she was drawing a blank. It all fit. Looking at her daughter she knew there was nothing wrong with this situation. Sue on the other hand was very curious.

“So you have been killing people for a while now right?” She asked. Sam nodded. “How many do you think you’ve killed now.”

“Counting the ones today? Hang on…” She looked up and closed her left eye as she thought. “A little over a hundred and fifty. It’s hard to tell with grenades and mass killings.”

“Who’s Michael Cain?” Mallory asked. Sam looked at her. The color was going back into her cheeks now.

“Mike is a free lance mercenary. He worked with me on my last two cases. They were some bad cases too. It’s the reason I’m on vacation. He and I hit some trouble in the Rockies and… anyway I’m surprised he took a job against me. He knows I’m his equal if not his better. The money on my head must be huge.”

“My question would be, why did they give you a war call sign?” Liza asked.

“That’s a good question. I think it was supposed to make me attack somebody and get a roster put out on me.” Sam said. She turned to the others. “A roster is a company contract for rogue agents. That was also one of my other jobs before I came here…” The waiter walked up and interrupted. The meal went nicely except for Sue criticizing the chef on three things and repeatedly asking if any of their deserts were ice creams or doughnuts.

Liza knew one of the terrorists on the roof with Mike. She also knew who gave him information. That man recently was seen in Naples Italy. Sam and the others took the long drive to the Italy base. On the way Sam instructed them on the proper procedures of a real stakeout. They were going to shadow the man to see if he met with anybody suspicious. Sam really wanted to know why people wanted her dead. Liza told her that the airports where probably being monitored so Sam knew she wasn’t leaving Europe anytime soon. At the base, Sam was given information on Bane Offhouser, a German man who worked for a terrorist group as an informant. He had rented a room in Naples and was going to the same diner everyday for lunch for the past week. That’s where Sam would start.

They followed Bane all morning and he did nothing out of the ordinary. As a matter of fact, all he did was shop. Sue made comments when he was looking at women’s clothes.

“Think he’s gay?” She asked.

“The file didn’t say, but with a name like Bane, you never know.” Sam said. He picked his pace up by mid afternoon, hurrying to the food district. Bane slowed and sat at a table in front of a restaurant. The little Italian café was crowded with midday eaters. Many were taking up the tables outside. Sam could see open tables through the large picture window in the front. She motioned for the rest to follow her. Inside Sam found a table that looked on the brown haired man’s table.

“Now remember not to stare. We are just hungry tourists.” Sam said. Her mom rolled her eyes. And Mallory snorted. Sue picked the menu up and squinted into it.

“Its in Italian” she said. “What’s that?” she pointed to a pasta.

“You’re on Atkins you cant have that.” Sam said laughing. She pointed to a veal dish. “You can have this.”

“I’m on Atkins and you take me to Italy. You bitch!” her mom said thumping her. Sam watched out the window, Bane was alone at a small red round table. He was ordering from a short blonde waitress. Sam sighed.

“What’s up?” her mom asked.

“I don’t know, I just wasn’t expecting to do a job on my vacation. Its annoying to do work when you should be out having fun.”

“I think this is fun.” She said. Mallory nodded in agreement.

“That’s because you guys don’t know better. This is a game to you. To me this is a job where, yet again I get shot. People try to kill me a lot in my line of work. I mean what kind of vacation is that?”

“This was all you could talk about for the longest time! You wanted this life.” Her mom exclaimed.

“Yeah I know. Ever since I was little I’ve wanted to be an agent, but after doing three jobs in a row, I’m tired. I had some bad experiences and they aren’t getting much better. I really needed this vacation.”

“You keep mentioning these previous jobs. What were they?” Cindy asked. Sam looked at them, her eyes clouding with memories.

“Not things I want to talk about.”

“They aren’t going to go away unless you speak out about them.” Mallory said.

“Thank you Mrs. psychiatrist. What are you taking in college exactly?” Sam snapped.

“Hey she’s right you know.” Her mom said.

“Fine. I killed two kids on my last job.” Sam said quietly. “We (Mike and I) were in the Rockies taking out a small terrorist group. We were being sniped from a ridge by two gunmen. I’m the better shot so Mike laid down cover fire while I moved to a more convenient location…”

Chapter Four