When the plane took off, he leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to engage with his seat mates. He left his earbuds in. The trip was a fast one and in less than two hours the plane landed. He picked up his rental car, using latex gloves while inside the car, once he’d retrieved his guitar case at the carrousel and headed to his hotel. He would have his package delivered there by currier later that evening.
He dropped off his luggage in the hotel room and then headed out. He checked the itinerary and he left out of the hotel. Within another hour, he’d located Davisson and began his surveillance. He had his Bushnell Powerview binos to keep track. They were excellent for fieldwork. The man was walking from an underground garage and out onto the street.
He watched from a distance, not the man, but the people around him. He didn’t focus too intently on the people, just let them pass near and around the man. He kept back and watched as the man moved, oblivious. When Davisson went into a building, Haiden relaxed. He kept his gaze centered around the building’s door, watching who lingered. For now, no one did and people passed back and forth in front the building.
An hour later, the man walked out again and Haiden took up his surveillance. The rest of the day, Haiden detected no lingering or interest of one individual or another. He finished his day as the man went home. Haiden returned to his hotel room and picked up his parcel at the front desk. Going to his room, he opened the box and inspected the weapons. He could smell gun oil which told him the weapons had been cleaned. When he handled the weapons, he wore latex gloves.
He checked both weapons over, checked the mag for the handgun, made sure the weapons were in top condition. He could not afford a malfunction. His connection was top drawer when it came to outfitting Haiden. In this day and age, with airport security, it was crucial he have good tools to work with when he didn’t have his own.
The next morning, he was off again and tailing Davisson. Most of the day was sitting and waiting. At one point, he’d gotten a hit on his internal radar. Someone in the crowd had body movement and gate that his brain had detected yesterday. He sat up, zooming in, and bingo, a female was behind Davisson. She was blonde, hair down past her shoulders. He watched her, noting how she almost glided along in a smooth step. There were others around her, blocking her, but her step was sure.
Getting out of his car, he ran across the road and trailed her and Davisson. His heart began to thump, and he could feel the mild adrenaline bump of the hunt. He did not, however, get ahead of himself. He followed her, bringing himself within fifteen feet of her. She was a tall slender woman, though he could only see the back of her. She wore jeans, a jacket and when she turned her head in profile, he saw she wore sunglasses. She wasn’t striking at all; however, her stride was smooth, almost like a cat.
That was it, her walk reminded him of Jezebel when she stalked her toys. He was sure if this woman had a tail, it would be twitching. They were approaching a corner and four way stop at a light. The woman stopped and walked to the curb, hailing a cab. He slowed his pace and as she got in, he caught her face full on, and to him or his imagination, she was searching. He didn’t turn his head in any way, he too had sunglasses on, to keep his eyes hidden. He kept his pace and walked past, keeping Davisson in site.
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Imani trailed Davisson from behind. She’d gotten a glance at him the day before. She would hit him at the celebration, where she could move easily in costume along with the other partygoers. Here in Dallas, it was warm, as opposed to Chicago. She’d worn a jacket, only to keep her weapon hidden. She’d overnighted her weapon, although broken down and with other components to disguise its true nature. She’d had it sent to her hotel, and when she’d checked in, it had been waiting for her.
As she followed her target, she felt a tingling in the back of her neck. She tried to shake it off as nerves, and looked to her left, her eyes searching there and in her peripheral, as well as behind her. Nothing. She tried to shake it off, but the feeling persisted. Once her target reached the corner, she saw a taxi and decided to leave the area. Upon getting into the taxi, she casually let her eyes scan the people on the sidewalk. Nothing gave off warning bells, and so she closed the door.
Sitting back in the taxi, she thought about the feeling. She’d never felt that before, but she trusted her body and instinct. The only person that knew she was here and where she was, but not necessarily her exact location, was Nobu. And Lawbreaker, but he didn’t know when she’d be here and when she’d hit her target. She tried to shrug it off. She’d had nerves before, maybe because this one would be done in a crowd. Imani never considered herself a jumpy
