It was an effort of will for him not to fidget, but fear was stronger than nervousness.He had not expected success on such a grand scale. For years he had waited for an opportunity like this one. He had nurtured his clandestine contact to Fürglin, both of them feeling a certain exasperation in their mutual loathing. But they were patient in their greed, awaiting the right opportunity.There was an expectant buzz in the waiting room as the attendant escorted an elderly lady through the gate to board first. MacLean kept his seat and held his green boarding card ready. A small smile momentarily lit his face. He had bought an economy class ticket so as not to draw any attention to himself. But he could have afforded first class and would be able to afford first class from now on. Two and a half million dollars gave him more than enough to smile about! The figure danced in his head. Too small to merit much attention in a WCN news story, it was a fortune that would sustain him in style in Rio.MacLean watched calmly, steeling his will, as waiting passengers rose to cluster at the gate.
