On a roof of a five-story building somewhere near Chainsaws Base, a man in a camouflage cloak was scanning the surroundings through a pair of binoculars. Nearby, another man, dressed in a white t-shirt and pants, was sitting on warm concrete nearby.
"I see the targets. On two o'clock, moving towards the base. You owe me a thousand," the cloaked man suddenly said. His voice was barely above a whisper, but the other man heard him perfectly.
"Damn!" the t-shirt man stood up and kicked away a small piece of rubble. "Alright, got it!"
He rushed to the stairs that led from the roof. His speed was inhumane; in a blink of an eye he crossed the whole roof, and in the next one he was already jumping down to the next flight of stairs. In just a couple of jumps, the t-shirt man got to an inconspicuous apartment. He opened it with a loud bang.
"Boss! The targets are there!"
