Marlon leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing slightly as another thought crossed his mind. "Big brother, there's one thing that really baffles me. How did Mr. M manage to enter this country without us knowing?"
Axel didn't look away from the screens. "Since we don't know his face, it's not that hard for him. He could walk right past us and we wouldn't recognize him. At the airport, there are hundreds of people with the same build. We can't just start checking every single one. But…" He paused for a moment, as if deciding whether to share the thought. "There's another scenario."
"What scenario?" Marlon asked, leaning forward.
"There's a big possibility," Axel said slowly, "that he's already been in this country from the start."
Marlon blinked, caught off guard. "You mean… he lives here? Like a native?"
Axel gave a short nod. "That's what my gut tells me."
