I am sitting down, sipping a coffee, trying to look inconspicuous, like i am reading the newspaper i am holding, when in reality i am subtly watching the surroundings, gauging distances, directions, locations of people and teammates, and the time involved.
(btw, i am off for this weekend, as i am going home, but i will be back Sunday, so if theres anything important, Ush, do what you think i would do...BYE!!)
A fight would be extreme. A distraction is easier and there is one ideal time to do it that I can think of, but nevermind that.
He is halfway across the Terminal. I will need a plan, and with speed. Clock is ticking.
Burn, lost in your reverie for a moment, you look up when you think you see something out of place. No... nothing there...
... no, wait! Just coming down the escalator into the Lobby now, one of the team.
No... NOT one of the team. You thought it was, because he is wearing a black trenchcoat and shades, but you have never seen him before.