Angol
Two men had been marked for death-one a senior CIA agent and the other a retired, highly decorated soldier. The brilliant man planning their deaths had been consumed with a burning vengeance for several years. Now he had acquired the means to achieve his terrible goal. With all he required, he had now used his superlative brain to construct his plan of action. He had built in every conceivable contingency. It was perfect. Nothing could possibly go wrong. In addition to the pleasure of the slowly and painfully killing his enemies, he would also inflict unspeakable destruction on the country he hated-America. Everything was ready. All he had to do was to set the ball rolling, to just push the invisible button. As he sat in his comfortable armchair, contemplating the pleasure he would feel at his success, he let loose a throaty gale of laughter. His body shuddered with this emotion of final gratification. "Now you're mine!" he screamed into the night.
