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to
see if someone was looking at him – there wasn’t, he was alone in his cubicle –
he opened a new browser window. He searched for FBI most wanted and the
first Google result took him where he wanted to go.
    Interestingly enough, there wasn’t just a
single list anymore. No, there were several including Most Wanted Terrorists , Crimes Against Children , and Violent Crimes . But the most
prominent one, the list everybody knew about and why Rick had surfed onto this
website was the link labeled Ten Most Wanted .
    It was without much surprise that at the
very top was the name Willis Greenwood. It was accompanied by the computer-aged
photograph that was everywhere in the media these days.
    Rick scanned the data sheet. Just below a
brief description of Greenwood’s role in the New York City bombing was a bolded
inscription: REWARD .
    With a smile he read to himself, “The
United States Government is offering a reward of up to $4 million for
information leading directly to the apprehension or conviction of Willis
Greenwood.”
    He knew that sentence by heart now. He
had read it over a dozen times over the past week and every time it did a
little more to cement his decision to change his life forever.
    “Yeah,” he muttered to no one. “Let’s do
this.”
    He closed his browser, stood up, and
walked the entire length of the floor until he reached his boss’s office. The
chubby man with a stained tie looked up from his computer.
    “Rick, what’s up?”
    “Hey boss. Just wanted to let you know I
closed the deal today. I’m sending the TX-97s in an hour.”
    “That’s great!”
    “Thanks. Oh, and I quit.”
    He winked at his superior, knocked on the
door frame, and left. He didn’t even turn back when his boss called “Wait!”
     

Chapter 6
     
    Peter Travis almost choked on his scotch.
“You did what?”
    “I know,” Rick said. “It’s totally crazy,
I’m aware of that. But I got a plan.”
    He was ecstatic, so excited that he
couldn’t sit still. His uncle was sitting at his kitchen table with his drink while
the young man paced back and forth.
    After quitting his job and then
celebrating the life-changing decision with some tasty chicken from Checkers,
he had headed for his uncle’s house in Alexandria. There was a beer in Rick’s
hand but he had barely touched it.
    The older man looked up at him
incredulously. “You got a plan?”
    “I got a great plan. I’m gonna find
Greenwood, I’m gonna lure him out of his hiding place, and I’m gonna call in
the cavalry to arrest him.”
    For a moment Peter was puzzled. “Who’s
Greenwood?”
    “The terrorist. The Owl.”
    “Willis Greenwood, public enemy number
one. This guy?”
    “Yeppers,” Rick said with the enthusiasm
of a coked up cheerleader.
    He took a sip from his bottle, draining
half of it while he continued walking through the small kitchen.
    “So let me get this straight,” Peter
began. “You quit a very well-paying job – you were making what, six figures?”
    “Thereabouts, before taxes.”
    “You’re giving up a hundred thousand
dollars a year to go off hunting for a murderous international terrorist.
Excuse me but this begs the question, kid: what the fuck? Why would you want to
do that?”
    Rick stopped walking and looked down at
the other man. “There’s a little reward involved.”
    “How little?”
    “Four million.”
    “Dollars?” Peter asked, again almost
choking on his drink.
    “ American dollars to boot, none of
those pesky Brunei dollars.”
    “I thought you always said money never
mattered to you.”
    This stopped Rick cold. He sobered up and
sat down across from his uncle, setting his beer on the table.
    “That’s the beauty of my plan. I figure
if I get to catch Greenwood the FBI’ll let me join. Hell, with all the media
buzz this’ll create they won’t have a choice.”
    This was genius, why was everybody giving
him grief about it? He reached for the bowl of fruit on the table and grabbed
an apple.