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you to get a van, one without seats in it. Let him rent it under his ID, I don't want anyone remembering a pretty blonde girl getting an empty cargo van.”
    She made a confused face at him. “Why would anyone remember me?”
    “Because it's always possible we may have to burn the vehicle before we're done with it, and things like that tend to make people remember who they dealt with last. If they remember a big guy who looks like a football player, no one will be terribly surprised. We're going to use it in a kidnap operation, so it could end up bloody or with bullet holes in it, and we want to eliminate any clues that might lead back to us. Try to get a white one, or beige. That'll make it easier to disguise it as a utility vehicle or something.”
    She shrugged and nodded. “You got it, Boss.” She nodded toward the dining room entrance. “Here come the slow pokes.”
    Noah glanced that direction and saw Moose and Decker coming toward them together. He waited until they had taken seats and placed their orders before he addressed them.
    “Stan, you're coming with me this morning, after Neil gets us some recon intel on Pendergrast's apartment building. I'm hoping we might be able to spot and tail him for a bit, get an idea of his daily routine. Moose, you're going with Sarah. The two of you are going to get us a van to use when we snatch him. Get one without any markings, preferably white or light colored.”
    “So you want us to avoid U-Haul, right?” Moose asked. “That shouldn't be too hard.”
    “Right, and I want you to rent the vehicle with your ID. Roll your sleeves up and muss your hair a bit. If we end up having to destroy the van I want them to remember that they rented it to a tough-looking outlaw type, okay?”
    Moose nodded. “No problem. Want me to use an Italian accent?”
    “Whatever works,” Noah said. “Keep Sarah out of sight, I don't want them to remember her at all.”
    “Noah,” Decker said, “what about weapons? Should any of us be carrying today? The Metropolitan Police go unarmed, for the most part, but since handguns are essentially banned in the UK, they have special officers ready at a moment's notice to deal with anyone who is carrying one.”
    “Good point, there's really no reason for any of us to be carrying a weapon today. Of course, we're not looking to get into any kind of conflict with the local police, anyway, but let's not give them a reason to worry about us if we happen to get pulled over. Moose, if you get pulled over in the van, say you're planning on doing some shopping for antiques over the next few days. Sarah, if you get pulled over, just smile and look as confused as possible, then ask directions back to the hotel.”
    Sarah made a face that was supposed to look innocent and lost. “Oh, officer, I'm just so confused with driving on the wrong side of the road and everything. Can you please tell me how to get back to my hotel? Pretty, pretty please?” She fluttered her eyelids for effect, and the men all grinned.
    “That ought to work,” Decker said. “Tell them your GPS is taking you on a wild goose chase, they'll believe it. The British tend to think us Yanks just don't know how to follow directions, because so many people complain about getting lost, here.”
    Their breakfast orders arrived, and they began eating. Neil, who never seemed to get enough to eat and was often teased that his skinny frame must be hollow in order to accommodate all the food he shoved down his throat, had ordered the hotel's famous Full English breakfast, which consisted of three eggs sunny side up, four slices of bacon, a large sausage, baked beans, hash browns, grilled tomatoes and eggplant, and something called a black pudding that looked like another very dark chunk of sausage.
    “What on earth is that?” Sarah asked, pointing at the black pudding.
    Neil cut off a piece and forked it into his mouth. “Mmm,” he moaned. “I don't know, but it's good. I have to find out, so