"You know, staring at other people's homes is quite rude."
Jason instantly recognized the weight of the new presence. He slowly turned.
Two armed men stood directly behind him, the vanguard of the threat. The one who spoke was Black, easily two meters tall, and built like a tank. The other was a pale-faced Caucasian. Both wore the standard dark suits, but unlike the neighborhood security, these men were equipped for war: an HK416 assault rifle hung openly in the black man's hand, and a Glock 19 (9mm) rested on his hip. They both wore discrete earpieces, the universal sign of high-level protection detail.
