Pursuit of the Patriarchs

Chapter 7

It would've been reckless for Johnathon and Donna to approach Mosely directly had they not considered all their options and had their people in place. Even with everything ready, a lot could still go wrong, but Maggie's death had to be used quickly if it was to serve any purpose. Violent people cleaning up a mess don't hesitate to act. Once everything's in place, the lives are lost within a matter of days.

Faking an assassination attempt was extremely difficult under the best of conditions, which London was far from ideal. Poisons were out, since you couldn't synthesize fake stuff to make it look real and too much could go wrong. Explosions may've looked good in the movies, but it was recklessness that risked lives. A sniper relied heavily on winds to adjust their aim and the slightest change could result in someone getting killed.

The best way to fake an assassination attempt in a city like London was to do so indoors where a target was known to go. In the case of Mosely, it was his weekly trip to visit his mistress, Sarah Jennings, every Thursday for an extended lunch without fail, which gave them just enough time to put everything together.

Two black cars were needed to make everything work, each with a pair of people working together and a black van, which is where Johnathon was sitting next to Donna with a few others at the ready. Donna's people had taken care of the fake CIA credentials and attire. Even after all that time, the CIA still wore black suits with black ties and white shirts. They were incapable of changing, which was a good thing for them.

The van was parked a block away as they watched on the monitors in silence. Had the wait been expected to be longer, they would've started speaking to pass the time. Mosely was, if nothing else, punctual, which was good for them.

Mosely's expensive, black car with black tinted windows parked before the rundown brick apartment building and stood out as the nicest thing in the area. No one paid any attention to it, since the local gang running the area was bribed to ensure no one went anywhere near it.

Two of his personal guards in black suits stepped out of the back to make certain the area was secure leaving Mosely alone in the back. The bulges of their weapons couldn't be missed. Donna's people didn't stand out as they waited to get the go ahead from William who remained at the farm with Abraham and Jason.

His driver stepped out once he was given the go ahead and wore the same suit as the other two complete with same bulge to reveal his weapon. With darting eyes, he opened the door. Had Donna's people made any mistakes, one of the three would've noticed.

The driver opened the back door facing the building and Mosely's heavy-set body struggled to get out, but refused help when offered from the driver. Mosely's custom, black suit probably cost him more than the people in that part of London made in their entire lives.

For whatever reason, Mosely didn't care that his mistress lived in such horrid conditions.

The two guards entered the building through the weathered double metal doors to secure the area while Mosely waited outside with his driver. Not a word was spoken between them. To the likes of Mosely, servants were useful tools that didn't need addressing unless it was to berate someone.

The driver nodded without looking at Mosely. His eyes never stopped scanning their surroundings. Johnathon appreciated the professionalism of the team and was glad none of them were going to really die.