"Make it quick."
The person got up and left the bar.
Gibson watched his back.
"Another glass of whiskey."
Over the next few days, as usual, Gibson began tailing the target, Matt Arnold. Information from others was never as accurate as personal confirmation. The first rule in this line of work is to trust no one!
Just like the intelligence on the back of the photo, the target's life was very routine. Every morning at seven, he would arrive at the San Antonio FBI office on time and leave at eight in the evening. Every Wednesday night at half-past eight, he would appear at Saint John Cathedral.
After observing and silently recording every detail like a ghost, Gibson returned to his equipment-filled safe house, his fingers sliding over the cold silencer, deciding to act.
It was another Wednesday night.
Gibson arrived at the cathedral two hours early, having changed his appearance, wearing a priest's black robe, donning a wig, and hanging a cross on his chest.
