Luis Rocha - The Holy assassin

Everything has a beginning.

The start, the departure point, the zero, Sunday, the starting gun, the sprouting seed pushing through the earth for light, the splash into water, the earliest heartbeat, the first word, the first stone of a village, villa, city, wall, house, palace, church, building. Of this building in an unnamed city. A luxury restaurant occupies the ground floor and basement, as indicated by the menu displayed at the side of the door. Its status is not openly announced to the world at large, but suggested by the tinted-glass doors, always closed, and by the haughtiness of the doorman, impeccably dressed in a burgundy uniform. The absence of prices on the menu and the many phrases in French are also a sign of its exclusiveness, even if the city is located on French soil, which is neither confirmed nor denied. What is certain is that this restaurant does not need to advertise any of its services, which, in itself, presupposes an exclusive clientele.

Any diner who wishes to enjoy the favors of this establishment must first seek approval; without such authorization he will never pass through the tinted-glass doors. Usually this can be obtained through the recommendation of a frequent client, a member of sorts, who has influence with management, or by a formal request that involves a long process of investigation into the private life of the applicant. A large bank account is useful, but not enough, since some pretentious newly rich are frequently rejected, although many members of old families are turned down also. Such rejection, and bear in mind the word rejection is never used, is communicated by a letter in a white envelope with no return address. Once this decision is made, it can never be revoked. In the case of acceptance there will be a long list of rules. There is, for example, a provision in the statutes for the expulsion of a member in the case of serious offenses, even if such expulsion has never happened.

Acceptance happens differently: a telephone call at home inviting him to dinner. Upon arrival, the uniformed doorman compliments him and opens the tinted-glass doors. Inside, he is treated with a deference that is never excessive. Another employee relieves him of his coat. Immediately he is led to a table that, from that day on, will be his alone, no matter the hour or day of the week. He can bring any guests he desires, as long as he informs the manager of their names five days in advance. The morality of the guests is not important. This is the privilege of the selected clients, who can share whatever with whomever they desire favors, business negotiations, intrigues, blackmail, purchases, the destiny of others, their own without anyone pointing a recriminating finger, accompanied by food for the refined palate, breast of chicken stuffed with pate of bacon and mushroom sauce, wine, and brandy. No financial transactions take place here, except those discussed at the table, which are many. Members pay a monthly fee by bank transfer of 12,000 euros that covers the privileges of having the kitchen available twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Thus this restaurant functions in every city of major political and economic influence in the world, as it does in this unnamed city.

Today, at noon, the restaurant is half empty. The clients of the empty tables are occupied with their personal or professional lives. The table that matters to us is the thirteenth; the two men seated there arent superstitious. In their opinion the table is as acceptable as any other. What matters is the here and now. Everything else is useless, unproved theory. Above all, these men adapt to time and circumstances. Each case is unique. In a world driven by money, this philosophy has advantages, and the two of them know how to make use of it.

Reasons of security and privacy prevent mentioning the name of the city with this restaurant, its table thirteen, and two men, seated face to face. The one with his back to the dining room is the member; he could be the father or even grandfather of the man sitting in front of him. No family ties connect them, except Adam and Eve, who unite us all. They arent even friends. The younger is an aide to the older, if not a servant, a term no longer used these days. Lets not call what hes receiving orders, but instructions or suggestions. Theyre dressed conservatively like any executive or businessman seated at the other tables. Theyre eating delicious halibut with spinach, mascarpone, and slices of Parma ham, an exception to the rule that one eats little and poorly in exclusive restaurants. Theyre drinking a Pinot Noir, Kaimira, 1998, chosen by the member without consulting his guest. Theyre courteous, since they arent given to excess or speculation. The word exception is not part of their vocabulary. Everything is what it is, here and now, always.

I havent had the opportunity to ask you how the investigation in the United States is going, the older one asked.

Its been filed in the archives, of course. Natural causes.

Perfect. May I deduce that no trace of evidence was left at the location? The older man revealed his calculating mind. Hes not given to imponderables or last-minute surprises.

Complete security. I collected everything before the authorities arrived. His age also helped to close the case rapidly, the younger man explained in a cold, professional tone.

Perfect.

They continued eating in silence. Anyone noticing the tone of the conversation wouldnt characterize it as an interrogation, at least at this stage, although this wasnt a friendly dinner, either, but a meeting with an agenda planned by the older one. Both ate slowly, taking small forkfuls and pausing to chew without hurry.

The second part of the plan begins immediately, the older man began. Its going to be more and more demanding. There can be no mistakes.

There wont be, the younger man, quite confident, assured him.

Hows the team?

Already in place for several weeks, as you directed. All the subjects are under constant surveillance, except one.

Good, very good. He wouldve rubbed his hands with pleasure if he were a man given to expressing himself with gestures. He guarded his emotions and never shared them. And in London?

Our man has privileged access to the subject, the younger one explained. As soon as I give the okay, the way is open.

These are the hardest parts of the plan to implement. London and JC, the man with his back to the dining room said firmly.

Hasnt he shown his face yet? the younger man wanted to know.

No, hes an old fox, like me. But we have to make him appear; otherwise the plan is compromised.

Well make him appear. London will bring him out.

Yes. As soon as he emerges, dont think, act. If you give yourself the luxury of thinking, even for only a second, by the time youre ready to move, hell have already won.

The young man couldnt imagine such a situation. He was prepared for everything. The idea that they were up against such fast-thinking people seemed unlikely to him. Besides, were talking about an old man more than seventy years old. What danger could he represent? He didnt reveal such thoughts to the old man seated at the table, or rather, his table.

I know what youre thinking, the old man warned. All humans have weaknesses. Mine is the Church, yours is self-confidence. Its a flaw. Take your ego out of the equation. Thats the only way to guarantee you wont fail.