So much was not adding up either that or, I was losing my hitman senses. Things were happening around me in ways I couldn't fathom. Sometimes it felt like someone was watching over me, and most times, the gaze was scrutinizing, more like watching me, waiting for me to slip up just so they could attack. With the piece of Intel I got from the bar-tender, I headed back to my unit. I needed to look for the truck and not come off as a creep . Raising suspicions over my identity was not going to work for me. I needed a new plan, the old one was no longer going to be easy. I thought of calling Preston for back up but there was no way I would leave Ivan unguarded. If I called my aunt, this place would soon be a mass grave site, she did not know how to be subtle, she would come in with a whole calv
