Six months later
"Sir, Brando's car is now entering the parking lot of the airport."
A man from a distant building roved around the area using a binocular whispered into his earpiece.
"Good!"
Arizton, sipping a can of juice beside a ticket booth, was tightly and promptly listening to the earpiece he installed as his collegues were tracking down the movement of their target. He now stood as the captain of the team together with his brother Voltaire who was left inside the van standing by outside the airport.
The van was full of computers and system drivers, infrared scanners, gps tracker, wiretapping devices, guns and everything they need even robotic drones that could launch improvise explosives. Their mission was just part of their comprehensive offense. They need to get the drug mul
