TYSON
The man walks with ease in front of me, not looking back as I follow closely behind with one hand in my trouser pocket, ready to draw out my newly acquired suppressed weapon. The finger is on the trigger, immediately he tries something, he dies and I fade away.
I direct him to a secluded spot near the facade and away from the surveillance cameras and order him to stop.
He stops , his back to me and I search him for weapons. I find nothing, he is safe but the question still lingers, who is he and why was he filming my car. Not even that, he saw what I was capable of doing and he still had the guts to trail me.
“Continue walking," I order him, directing him towards the dining room.
My hands are now free, having uncocked my weapon and returned it to my hip holster. Two more similar
