Following a ghost.

Richard Dante was walking outside in the snowy streets. The snow was crunching under his tactical boots, and he felt peaceful just by listening to that. It was cold today, -15 degrees Celsius, and also windy, so he was wearing a hoodie under his black jacket, but he had left his weapon at home, he wouldn’t need it. He had his hands in his pockets and was walking casually, not too fast nor too slow. He wore all black, as usual, and a black tactical muscle mapping shirt, as well as tactical pants and black “hatch operator” gloves. He also had a black watch cap and his tactical combat goggle on to protect himself from the sun and wind.
He was making his way to Kady’s, where he would meet an informant giving out advice on how to catch his latest bounty escapee. He kept on walking, deep into his thoughts when suddenly; his phone rang, deep within his jacket pocket. He fished it and picked up.

- Dante. He said in a stern voice
- Hey there. It’s your best friend.
- I thought we were meeting at Kady’s?
- Change of plans. Let’s say I left an unwanted trail.
- Speak.
- I got some info on your guy. Nate Johnson. They say he hangs out and talk a little bit too much.
- Where?
- At Kady’s.
- Are you kidding me?
- No.
- You’re saying he’s in there, partying and babbling his big mouth?
- Exactly.
- Then you’re done your job. I’ll call you back later
- Hey wa… [clicks]

Dante shoved the phone back into his pocket, angry that things didn’t turned out the way he planned them to be. He hated that. And he wished he had taken his gun with him. He was in view of the place, and slightly took a deep breath before pushing the door to head inside.

inside the bar