. These were mostly prostitutes, drug dealers and assorted scammers he was in league with. A heavy smoker, he would frequently step outside for a quick fi x while his guest of the moment held the table. Sometimes he would cross the street to sit on the rock wall along the sidewalk, his back to the ocean. That would be the ideal time to hit him.

Three nights later, on a Friday, Jason headed for ground zero. During the hour and a half drive to Lahaina he reflected on the enormous importance of the mission. It would be a real-life test of the weapon and of his ability to deliver. It could determine the future of Aka. But Obie was right. Above all, this was his chance to get revenge for the Kalamas and partial revenge for himself.

Jason's face had been plastered all over the media for weeks and he might easily be recognized, so he had darkened his hair and grown. And Souza might even have seen him that last night with Vicky. For this reason he had darkened his light brown hair and brows, grown a trim beard. He wore glasses made of plain glass, nice slacks and a dinner jacket that was a little dressy for Maui. He aimed to appear non-threatening.

Jason parked two blocks from the Peacock, walked to the seawall across the street, and sat facing the main entrance. With luck Souza would soon cross the street, take a seat on the wall a few feet away, and lose himself in his cigarette-lighting ritual. The glare of the flame would blind him to Jason's subtle moves. He sat there for more than forty minutes, running the scenario through his mind. Each time the door opened from the inside his heart raced until he saw that it wasn't his target.

But suddenly it was. Jason's heart was pounding. Souza took a few steps toward the crosswalk that would take him toward the wall and Jason. Then he stopped and looked back, as if he was waiting for someone. Crap, he was waiting for someone. A young woman came out and caught up with Souza. They crossed the street, sat ten feet from Jason and lit up. Jason couldn't do it without the woman noticing him, so he sat still. They went back in.

Jason sat watching the door for another half hour before Souza came out again, this time alone. But he didn't cross the street. Instead he
. These were mostly prostitutes, drug dealers and assorted scammers he was in league with. A dense stag party, he would frequently step outside for a quick fi x while his node of the moment defy the table. Sometimes he would cross the street to seat on the rock wall along the sidewalk, his rear to the ocean. That would be the ideal time to hit him. 

 Three night later, on a Friday, Jason headed for land zero. During the hour and a one-half drive to Lahaina he reflected on the enormous importance of the deputation. It would be a real - biography trial of the weapon and of his ability to deliver. It could determine the future of Aka. But Obie was right. Above all, this was his prospect to get revenge for the Kalamas and partial revenge for himself. 

 Jason's expression had been plastered all over the media for weeks and he might easily be recognize, so he had darkened his hair and grown. And Souza might even have seen him that last nox with Vicky. For this rationality he had darkened his light brown hair and brows, grown a trim beard. He wore glasses make of plain glass, courteous slacks and a dinner jacket that was a little dressy for Maui. He aimed to look non - threatening. 

 Jason park two blocks from the Peacock, walked to the breakwater across the street, and sat facing the main entrance. With luck Souza would soon cross the street, take a seat on the wall a few feet away, and lose himself in his cigarette - lighting ritual. The limelight of the flame would blind him to Jason's insidious move. He sat there for more than forty minutes, running the scenario through his mind. Each time the door opened from the inside his affection raced until he saw that it wasn't his target. 

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. These were mostly prostituteS, drug dealeRs and AssOrtEd ScamMers He was in league wITh. A hEavy smoker, he would frequEntly StEP outSIdE for a Quick fi X WhILE hiS gUeSt oF tHE mOment HelD the tabLe. SometimeS he WoUld cross the sTReEt to sit on tHe rOck wall along The SidewaLk, His BAck to The Ocean. that woULd be thE ideal timE tO Hit him.

tHree nigHTS lAter, On a Friday, Jason heaDEd FOr ground zero. DuRing thE hOUr AND a hAlf Drive to LahAiNa he rEFlected ON tHE ENorMOus importance Of the missioN. it wOuld be A rEal-LIfe tesT of thE wEApoN and of his abIlitY to deliveR. It couLD determINe the fuTure of aka. but obie WAs RiGht. abOVe aLL, tHis WAs hIs chance To GeT reveNge fOR THE KalAmaS and PartiAl revenge for hImsElf.

JASon'S face Had beEn plAsTered All oveR the mEdIa for weeks and he MighT easily be RecOgNizEd, So he hAD darkeNed His Hair and Grown. AnD souZa MIGHt Even have seen him thaT lAST nIght with vicky. FOR tHiS Reason he HaD daRkenED His liGht bROwN hair and Brows, gROwN a Trim beaRd. he wore GlAssEs mAde of PLain Glass, nIce slackS and a DInner jacket thaT Was a little dreSSy FOR MAUi. He AimEd to appear nOn-thREateNing.

jAsOn pARked tWo bloCkS FrOM the Peacock, walked to ThE seawaLl acrOss the street, aNd sat facinG THE main entRancE. wiTH luck Souza woulD soon Cross the stREet, take a Seat oN the wall A few feet aWAY, and lose HimSelF in His CIGaRette-lighting RITual. thE glare oF thE flame wOulD blInd Him To jason's subTle moves. he SaT tHeRe fOr morE Than fortY mInuTeS, ruNning THe scenArio tHrouGh HiS MinD. Each tiME tHE Door OpEnEd frOm tHe InsidE his HEarT raced uNtil he saw ThaT It waSn'T hIs targeT.

But suddenly iT wAs. Jason's heArT waS poundING. Souza toOk a few steps toward the croSSwalk thAt wOuld tAke hIm toward tHe wAll and jasON. Then hE stoppEd and LoOkeD BAck, as IF He Was WaIting for soMEOne. crap, hE wAs waIting foR someone. A young womaN CamE out and caught Up wIth SOUZa. theY CrOSseD tHE stREEt, sat ten feet froM Jason and lIt UP. JAson couldn'T Do iT wIthout tHe woman NoticINg him, so He sat stilL. They went BaCk in.

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. These were mostly prosti tutes, dru g dea ler s a nd  ass orte d scammers hew as i n league with. A heavy  smok er ,  hew ou ld fr equentl y  s t e p o ut si defo r  a  quic k f i x whi le his gue stof  the momenth el d the tabl e.Sometimes he  wo uld cr os s t h e str eet  to s it ont he roc k wall al on g  the s i dewalk, h is  bac k to the ocean. T h at would be the i deal t im e  t o hit  hi m.

Threeni ghtsl ater, o n  a F r ida y , Jason heade d for groun d  ze ro. Du ri ngt he hou r and  a hal f drive toLaha ina he re flecte d  on the enormou s impo rta nce  oft he  m iss io n . I t  w oul d  be  a real- li fe  test  oft h e weap onandof hi s ability todel iver .  It  coul d det ermi ne  thefuture  of A ka . But Obie wasrigh t. Aboveall ,thi swas h i s chan cetoget rev enge fo r  th eK a l am as and partial rev en g e  f or himse lf.

J a so n' s  face ha dbee n pl a s tered  all ov er the m edia f o rwe eks and  h e migh teas ily  be r e cogn ized,so he ha d dar k ened his haira nd grown. And So u z am ight  ev en have see n hi m  tha t la s tnig h t wit h Vic ky .  F o r this reason he ha ddarken ed hi s light brown  hair andb r o ws, grow n at ri m  beard. He wor e gla sses madeo f plainglass , nice s lacks and a  dinnerjac ket  th atw a sa little dres s y  for  M aui. He  ai med toapp ear  no n-t hr eatening. 

Jasonpa rk ed  t woblock s  from th ePea co ck,  walk e d to t he se awal lac r oss  the st r ee t ,  and  s at  fac ing  t he ma in e n tra nce. Wi th luck S ouz a  wou ld  s oon cro ss the street ,take a sea tonthe wa l l  a few f eet away, and lose hims e lf in h iscigar ette -lighting  ri tual.The glareof the  flam ewou l d  blin d hi m t oJason's su b t lemoves .He s at ther e for more than fo r tyminutes, runn ing  the s ce nar i ot hro ug h  hi s mind. Each time  the doorop e ne d from the ins id e his h eart ra ced u n til hesaw thatit wasn't  h is t a r get .

But sud denly it  was. Jas o n's h e ar t was  po unding .Sou za to ok a f e w s tepstoward  t he cro sswal kthat wou ld take him toward thewall a nd Ja son . Then he  st o ppe d and loo kedback, as i f h e w as wa iti n g for  som e on e.C rap,he w a s waiting fo r s o m eo ne. A young w o man  came  ou t  and c augh t up with Souza.T hey crossed th e st r e et,  sa t  ten  f eet from Jason  an dl i t up. Ja so n couldn'tdo it wi th o ut th e woma n noti cing hi m ,  s o  he sa t st ill . They we ntba c k in.
Ja so n  sat w atch in g thedoor f o r an o t her half hour be foreS o uza c a meout a ga in, thi s  tim e alone. B ut he didn' t cros s th e str eet. In st ead he 
. These_were mostly_prostitutes, drug dealers and_assorted scammers_he_was in_league_with. A heavy_smoker, he would_frequently step outside for_a quick fi_x_while his guest of the moment held the table. Sometimes he would cross the_street_to sit_on_the_rock wall along the sidewalk,_his back to the ocean._That would_be the ideal time to hit him.

Three nights_later,_on a Friday,_Jason headed for ground zero. During the hour and_a half drive to Lahaina he_reflected on the_enormous_importance_of the mission. It_would be a real-life test of_the weapon and of his ability_to deliver. It could determine the future_of Aka. But Obie was right._Above all, this was his_chance to_get revenge for the Kalamas_and partial revenge_for himself.

Jason's_face had been_plastered all over the media for_weeks and he_might easily be recognized, so he_had_darkened his hair_and_grown._And Souza_might even have_seen_him that_last_night with Vicky. For this reason_he_had darkened his light brown hair and_brows, grown a trim_beard._He wore glasses made_of plain glass, nice slacks_and a dinner jacket that was_a little_dressy for_Maui. He aimed to appear non-threatening.

Jason parked two blocks from the_Peacock, walked to the seawall across_the street, and sat_facing the_main_entrance. With luck_Souza_would soon_cross the street, take a seat on_the wall_a few feet away, and lose_himself in his cigarette-lighting_ritual._The glare of the flame would_blind him to Jason's subtle moves._He sat there for more_than_forty_minutes, running the scenario through_his mind. Each time the door_opened from the_inside his heart raced until he saw_that_it wasn't his target.

But suddenly it_was._Jason's heart was pounding. Souza took_a_few_steps toward the crosswalk that_would take him toward the wall_and Jason. Then he stopped and looked back, as_if he was_waiting for someone. Crap, he_was_waiting_for someone. A young woman came out and caught up_with Souza._They crossed the_street, sat ten feet from Jason and lit up. Jason_couldn't do it without the woman noticing_him, so he sat still. They went back in.

Jason sat watching_the door for another half hour before Souza_came out again, this time alone. But_he didn't cross the_street._Instead he