Stan and Pauley remained on the roof, watching the Sampas’ comings and goings. Using her cell phone, Pauley snapped photos of select targets to ask Lenore about later. With his expertise, Stan was singling out certain bosses as the higher ranked crew members. The way they maneuvered to get close to Tomas, pushing lesser men out of the way. Pauley moved along the roof’s edge finding where the best lines of fire were, marking spots with a stick of ruby-red lipstick she got from Vivian’s shop.
As the sun rose higher in the Brazilian sky, and the heat rose too, they made their way back down to the cool shadows of the alley. Not wanting to return to the Sampas territory to avoid being made my Tomas, they instead went into cafe across the street. Sitting by the street window, hidden by the reflective glass, they could watch without being seen.
They had plans to make, weapons and ammo to select. Stan preferred soft-tip bullets for creating the most damage and mayhem. For tight these targets, Pauley wanted to stay with fully jacketed, ball ammo, limiting the chances of residual casualties since they would be shooting into a crowd.
“It’s not going to make a difference to Viv if this hit means collateral damage,” Stan said, watching for Pauley’s reaction. He worried that she might be getting soft, and that could mean death for an assassin.
“I know she doesn’t care, she’s a sociopath,” Pauley dumped several spoonfuls of sugar into her black coffee. “It’s my problem. I like my hits clean. One bullet, one kill. It’s neater that way. Easier to get out of the zone.”
Nodding, Stan understood her reasoning, but this job was prefect for messy.
“But, do we want the hit to look spontaneous, quickly planned to cause the most turmoil in the ranks?” Stan was thinking about the chaos the killings would cause. “Not every crew boss is a skilled killer, many of them are just brutes, no finesse.”
“I was thinking about that,” Pauley laid out a paper napkin and began a crude drawing of the rooftop and the restaurant entrance. “If we can get our timing just right, we can take out four bosses, and make it look like there is more than a single shooters. We could make it look like as many as four.”
Stan leaned in to see what Pauley was mapping out.
“If we can fire in quick succession from different spots, we can get four shots and four kills.” Pauley finished her calculations and turned the paper around to show Stan the various shooting spots she marked earlier. “If they think there are more shooters involved, that could mean more confusion, more dissent among the ranks.
“Using the ball ammo keeps the shots clean, and we can make it clear who was targeted. There will be no doubt it wasn’t random.”
Taking the paper, Stan smiled at Pauley.
“This is good.” Stan said, making Pauley blush at the compliment. “We need to get back to Viv’s, and get in some target practice.”
Checking her buzzing phone, Pauley laid a few real on the table for their check.
“We need to stop for some sandwiches for Viv and Lenore, and some soup for Marco before heading over to Viv’s boutique. She and Lenore got what they wanted from him.”