O'Reilly's eyes were soar and bloodshot. He could feel them sting as he tried to blink though the smoke emanating from his cigarette. He gripped a pint of beer and took a quick sip. He could feel the cold brew flow down inside his throat and chest.
He'd been up for the past few days preparing for a bombing. Gathering materials, making arrangements, and ensuring the timing would be just right. His target was a private dining room at the Italian restaurant 'Salvatore's'. MI6 had assigned him to arrange for a bomb to go off during an annual meeting of known leaders of the Chicago criminal underworld.
Leo chose to wait for the detonation time at a neighboring bar. It was loud, smokey, and full of rowdy patrons. He'd arranged for an employee of the restaurant to notify him when the bosses had taken their seats for dinner. Earlier, O'Reilly had placed small bombs under the seats of all the chairs in the private room.
He had been lucky on this assignment. His inside man was more than happy to cooperate, and help in any way he could to see the men dead.They'd brought him nothing but trouble, demanding free food upon their visits and protection money each month. O'Reilly had a free pass to take him time planting the bombs for the guests of honor.
Deploying multiple bomb was always dangerous. He needed all of them to detonate at the same time and not short out. With 12 expected guests, that was 12 chances for the blasting caps to fail. Also, he had to put some special thought into the construction of the explosives. They had to be small enough not to cause too much collateral damage to the restaurant, but large enough to kill his targets. Leo hoped to remedy this by reinforcing one side of the explosive's casing. Angling the blast upwards and into the rear end of the gangsters. If all went well, their deaths should be painless. A bit undignified, but painless.
Leo looked at his watch and took another sip of beer. "Any minute now." He always hated the waiting. All he could do was keep going over the steps he took to make the explosives. Trying to ensure himself that he did everything to the letter and hadn't forgotten something during their construction. He pulled out his detonator, flicking on for a moment to ensure there were good batteries in it. His leg began to bounce quickly off the floor in anticipation.
After a few more minutes he phone finally rang. It was a text from his inside man. The dinner party had began, and for the next few minutes, no waitresses or other civilians would be in the room. Leo assumed that they must have be discussing 'business'. He took out his detonator once more and discreetly turned it on. With one final deep breath, Leo pressed the button. He tried to listen carefully. He could make out the small rumbling sound of his bombs detonating across the street over the deafening chatter of the bar patrons. None of them even noticed. After what felt like an eternity he received another text from his inside man. He confirmed all the explosives went off, and that all the men were dead. No civilian injures.
O'Reilly drank to that, letting out a small grin upon finishing the message. He relaxed and had a few more beers before leaving. The police had barred the street as a crime scene by the time he left. Luckily for him he wasn't questioned. Though he did assume the police wouldn't be very motivated to look very zealously into the murder of such men. On his walk back to his hotel he received a call, he assumed the agency had seen a news report on his latest work.
"0013, I take it you are finished with your business in Chicago."
"Yea M. The dinner was blast."
Leo could hear a faint groan on the other end of the line.
"Good. Return home immediately. We have a situation here that requires your attention."