After a month of training in Pensacola, Seven and Al found themselves nervously waiting for the orders to come in detailing their special op. They weren’t told much, just that when the orders came in, they would be contacted but they were never told when and by who. Nights were spent training and days were spent waiting for word of the operation. Once the training was completed, they returned to San Diego.
Seven and Al were surprised at the lack of camouflage and concealment that Harris possessed while in the public eye. For a man who made his living pulling strings and making moves in the background, he seemed to be severely lacking the “blendability” that one would need to disappear in the public eye. Seven and Al both saw Harris approaching the outdoor café long before he saw them. He looked like a man just dropped off from the year 1972. He was wearing yet another loud, unusually printed button-up shirt that looked like an oversized flag from a third world country. He seemed to waddle more than walk, shifting his large frame from side to side as he made his way across the street to the café. They could hear the telltale sound of polyester pants swishing violently as he took the final steps to the table where Seven and Al were seated. Al questioned how this man could be contracted to carry out top secret operations for the government, yet he himself had been dubbed the “Awkward Little Fucker” by the same government.
Harris was almost out of breath as he took the third seat at the table. He carried nothing in his hands, no orders, no maps, no top secret surveillance photos or microfilm. Again, Seven was disappointed at the way his first supersecret spy operation was panning out. Harris greeted the men and immediately began to inspect the menu as if it were a top secret spy map. Once the lunch issue was addressed and dealt with, Harris placed the menu on the table and turned his attention to Seven and Al.
“Okay, gentlemen, I’ve talked with Pensacola and it sounds like you guys are ready to go. It’s going to be a simple drop-off and pick-up; my team of six will have their gear loaded on your chopper a