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If the sun weren't in his eyes, he could make out that bastard who was tailing him. The traffic inched along the highway, and it would be hard to lose the guy under these conditions. What kind of car was that, anyway? A Jaguar? It was beautiful. The metallic green glistened behind him, the dark windshield keeping the guy incognito, like a pair of Ray-Bans.

Unfortunately, Gunner could think of a lot of reasons why someone might be following him right now. Still, it was hot today, the A/C in his own car wasn't working that well, and this guy really pissed him off. So he had to roll down the window to get some fresh air, meanwhile he decided to stop the car at the nearest parking and light a cigarette. He had completed his last mission last night and hadn't slept since then. He turned right on the first exit from highway to get the nearest park, that stupid Jaguar was still behind him. As the lights stopped him at the junction, he saw a big park on the other side of the street with massive trees, which provided a lovely shade for those who stopped by. If only he could reach that park and stop driving for a couple of minutes, he could think better. After all maybe no one was chasing him and the Jaguar guy had accidentally shared the same route as him. No, in his profession, nothing was accidental. There was a reason behind everything. He looked again at the Jaguar through his rear mirror. Right then two men got off the car, both of them were tall and dressed in suits, he took out his gun from the glove compartment, cocked it, and held it in his right arom toward the door, so that if they come closer, he can shoot them through the door. Both men came toward him, one of them held a badge to the window and politely asked him to get out of the car. He didn't know what to do. Should he kill that FBI agent on the spot or should he just press the gas pedal and move as fast as he can? He had to decide fast, running away was futile, since the street were crowded and he was too tired to drive maniacally through the other cars. Slowly he shoved the gun inside his pocket and got off the car. The first agent started searching him and took out the gun, the other agent had aimed the gun right to his head, he and the cop both knew that he can't shoot him in the head, even if he does the craziest of the things, but yet at such a close range, they could definitely shoot him in the knee, which must be extremely painful, and that was not what he wanted. So he stood still, let the officer search him, take out his gun, and to his surprise, without being handcuffed,follow him to the Jaguar. All three of them sat on the back seat, and a good-looking old man turned back from the front seat and said.

"Hello Mr. Gunner, I am Nathan, I have been working for CIA and FBI for a long long time, but I should confess that your last night murder was just perfect, we wouldn't have understood who had done it, if we hadn't set up UV cameras in all the parts of the house. We knew that guy was going to be killed, and he deserved it by the way, but we were just wondered who can do it without storming the house." In flashes, he remembered last night, the guard who had fallen down on the gound, the woman who had screamed and the blood which had splashed all over the room, slitting the thraot was a bit old-fashioned for his time and age, but he still enjoyed doing it. "So am I now arresed?" "No" the old man said, "we could have simply sent several cars after you and block the road and do whatever else that you see in those movies, but we didn't, because we are here to negotiate with you."