Back at the Blue it was time to make a plan. Everyone who knew me at all thought I was crazy. I knew Karl was crazy and Karl called himself crazy. I don't know if we made the foundation of a real strong think tank. Fortunately, we had a Black Muslim basset hound to help us-though his arch enemies appeared to be the sparrows.
"Karl, if we're going to go through with this, we have to at least get some handle on what Newstrom and his high school buddies are going to do and when," I said. I paced back and forth in front of the couch where Karl sat with Al's head on his lap.
"Yeah, that's kind of the tough part," Karl said.
"Let's break down what we know. Let me think out loud and you fill in the gaps," I said. Karl sat up with his elbows on his knees. Al let out a heavy exhale and spun around on the couch three times.
"Go Duff," Karl said.
"Alright, what's Newstrom's goal? Money, right?"
"It's only part money. The rest is power and control."
"Okay, what are his resources? He must have the backing of someone or some group."
"His resources are almost endless. He's literally got billions of dollars at his disposal."
"What are our resources?" The room got quiet as we looked at each other and Al. "Okay, let's not focus on our resources too much." I chewed the end of my thumb because that's what guys in movies did when they thought deep thoughts. I was no Brad Pitt.
"We have the knowledge of what's going on-no one but Newstrom seems to know or care," Karl said.
"Which is why he cares about us. We know what he's up to, but everyone thinks we're nuts. Why does he even bother with us."
"We're loose ends. He's military, he hates loose ends," Karl said.
"So why not just kill us, make us disappear and be done with us?"
"He might do that, but think about it Duff. You're reasonably well known and I'm your client. If we both turn up dead for no good reason, there will be questions asked. It's not efficient." Karl petted Al's head while he talked.
"So you think his goal is to eliminate us while he has his gang of misfit kids go Columbine on McDonough."
"That seems to be what he said. He would prefer it if I just killed myself. Then he might not have to do the other stuff here."
"Do you think he believes you'd do it?" Karl looked down at Al, thinking.
"There was a time I would've, and it was when he knew me. He could still believe I would," Karl said.
"Could we fake your suicide and get him off our backs and maybe save ourselves and McDonough?"
"How do you fake a suicide? We'd need help and everyone who could help thinks we're nuts."
"Yeah." I stopped pacing and looked Karl in the eye. Al opened his eyes for a second and furrowed his brow. Then he closed them and rolled over on his back.
"So if Newstrom's goal is to take us out and do a Columbine at McDonough, what can we do?" I said. The room got quiet while we both thought.
"Duff?" Karl almost whispered.
"Yeah?"
"We can get him another way." Karl stood up.
I looked at him and waited.
"Look, he's used to getting what he wants. Shit, he's good at getting people to do what he wants. He's committed and he does what he sets his mind to. His goal is to get us out of the picture and get his Columbine. It's all about efficiency."
"Yeah, so?"
"Sometimes you got to go with the flow." Karl smiled.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"We set ourselves up."
"Huh?"
"We make killing us and the school thing easy." I stared at him wondering how nuts he really was.
"Look, Duff, we send him a message that we're going to be there to foil his plans and he'll have to kill us to make it happen. Give him what he wants on a silver platter." Karl started pacing in the living room too. It made for a tight space. "That way he'll come for us and we'll be there knowing he's coming."
"So we somehow get a message to him saying we're going to stop him and he'll react and come for us. We tell him we're going to protect McDonough or something like that and he'll know exactly how to plan everything."
Karl broke into a smile.
"Can we get the message to him?"
"Yeah, I can get it to him easy enough with a call or two. He'll be waiting. It won't be hard." Karl was excited about his revelation.
"Karl, so we'll flush him out by making it easy to kill us and do his school project at the same time?"
"Yes!"
"You mean make ourselves sitting ducks?"
"Exactly," Karl almost shouted.