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unofficial business
Garland Boyette had decided to have the meeting in the utilities storage area away from prying eyes. His orders, given individually to each man Boyette had chosen, specified they should wear work clothing and carry their garrottes, tape, cuffs, knives, tasers and mace inside napsacks, lunch boxes or toolboxes, and be prepared to be busy until the assignment was over.
Boyette's lunchbox was an official Las Vegas Siegfried & Roy shiny metal one, complete with a thermos full of black coffee beside his own garrotte, tape, cuffs, knife, taser & mace.
"It's straightforward 'kill or keep'. Either we bring Nagas back alive or we bring him back dead. The only places he can hide are in the Melean, Hambian or Gvot populations. He's a tall man, he stands out among the Gvot. He's Orthdox Gvot, so he should have his beard intact, but anybody over 6'2 and clean shaven we see on our travels is also a suspect. A man will shave his principles to save his ass."
"There are eight of us today, as you can see. This op is off the books. Anybody wants to opt out, do it now."
Nobody moved. Boyette took satisfaction from that.
"Okay, there are Gvot pods we need to check, there are Gvot enclaves on the main station every floor from The Hub on down. We're on a clock, I want two-man teams, Alpha is Morris & Siani take the upper pods, Beta is LeClair & Frederickson, the lower rings, Gamma is Matheson & Grim, main station start at the Hub & work down, even levels , Theta is Washington and Jackson, start one below The Hub, take the odd levels. Questions?"
None. Boyette liked that, too.
Boyette's lunchbox was an official Las Vegas Siegfried & Roy shiny metal one, complete with a thermos full of black coffee beside his own garrotte, tape, cuffs, knife, taser & mace.
"It's straightforward 'kill or keep'. Either we bring Nagas back alive or we bring him back dead. The only places he can hide are in the Melean, Hambian or Gvot populations. He's a tall man, he stands out among the Gvot. He's Orthdox Gvot, so he should have his beard intact, but anybody over 6'2 and clean shaven we see on our travels is also a suspect. A man will shave his principles to save his ass."
"There are eight of us today, as you can see. This op is off the books. Anybody wants to opt out, do it now."
Nobody moved. Boyette took satisfaction from that.
"Okay, there are Gvot pods we need to check, there are Gvot enclaves on the main station every floor from The Hub on down. We're on a clock, I want two-man teams, Alpha is Morris & Siani take the upper pods, Beta is LeClair & Frederickson, the lower rings, Gamma is Matheson & Grim, main station start at the Hub & work down, even levels , Theta is Washington and Jackson, start one below The Hub, take the odd levels. Questions?"
None. Boyette liked that, too.
