him to drive a truck. That gave him the ability to move about the country unnoticed. He was enlisted to discharge certain people that had been deemed a threat to national security. Most of them were mole agents planted in the US. Kinda cool, right?”
Seven just stared at the flabby bearded face as Harris detailed the highlights of his father’s career as a spy and assassin.
“You know, Seven, all of this isn’t a coincidence. You weren’t just picked at random to fly those missions for me in the navy. I’ve been recruiting you since you joined the military. Those missions were tryouts, and you were about to be formally invited into the service, but after the crash that was put on hold. I never gave up on you though. I’ve been following what you’ve been doing since you got home. Let me tell you, that DeMarco guy you hooked up with is quite a character. I would have loved to work with him in his prime,” Harris said.
“Yeah, Joey’s something special,” Seven replied.
“So, listen, Seven. I understand that all this is kinda hitting you in the face right now. I wish I could have told you all this a long time ago. I knew your father well back in the day and it destroyed me to see that they just let him rot in that fucking place. I fought like hell to get the higher-ups to find a way to get him out, but their only response was that he could stay there or be eliminated. If he ever escaped the world would be looking for an escaped serial killer and that could expose the program. They didn’t give a shit about him. All of us mules were expendable.”
“I can’t believe what you’re telling me, Harris,” Seven said.
“I know, son, it’s a lot to digest. Your father was exactly what he told you he was, as hard as that is to fathom. It was all true and here you are in Spain on April twenty-eighth meeting at the Plaza de