It was a warm spring afternoon in Europe. Seven had never been to Spain and he spent the last few days exploring all that Madrid had to offer. He enjoyed the culture, the history, the food, and the people. He wished Tiffany were there to experience it all with him. He missed her and found himself rushing to complete this one final chore and return to her side. Plans were being made back home; it would be a July wedding to be shared with family, friends, and the Colonel atop Flowers’ Mountain. This would be his last day in Spain. His flight left the following day, April 29.
There were no events scheduled at the Plaza de Toros on this day. It was empty but open to the public. The structure was beautiful. The antique brick architecture formed a circle in the center of the city and made it look as if Madrid were wearing a perfect diamond ring. The matadors no longer performed in the beige dirt-covered arena. The brutality of the events that once filled the seats to capacity were no more. The Spanish community had done away with the practice of stabbing a bull to death in the center of a packed arena but the structure itself still proudly displayed the achievements of the great matadors of the past with murals and posters. Seven walked the circular arena and digested the culture that once promoted and romanticized the bloody events. He checked his watch; it was nearing 3 p.m. local time. He made his way to seats 45 and 46. He had a black leather bag slung over his shoulder.
He took a seat at number 45 on the ancient wooden bench. He placed the bag in the space assigned for seat 46. He took a deep breath of the warm Spanish air. It was pleasant. He felt calm. He felt happy. He opened the bag and removed the cardboard box containing the remains of his father. It took a long time, but Gilbert Andrews had finally made his escape from the Florida mental hospital and secured safe passage to meet his top secret spy connection in Spain. Just as it had been previously designated: April 28,, 3 p.m. local time, seats 45 and 46. Seven had planned to discharge the ashes