5:30 PM
Fausto was still looking on the feeds hovering outside the building as the two men was leaving the place.
"Boss, do we put someone to tail them or let them walk away?"
"Negative, they are friendly!"
He paused then arranged the collar on his shirt.
"Abel is our secret covert action agent from Venezuela working with us on the ground. They'll come back tomorrow when Mr. Madura arrives."
"Understood boss," turning their heads chatting quietly very certain of his powers.
"Boys, don't forget we have grounds to cover. Start with Abel's companion who sent a message outside," Fausto noted.
It was now over past six in the afternoon beginning to get dark ---
Along the walk path overlooking Madura's HQ, not even three minutes later when a cab stops beside them.
Abel puts down his iPhone when the driver rolled down the glass door opposite him.
"Sir, Martha requested me to come pick you up!"
