I stalked the show room like a cheetah stalking his prey. I was ready, poised like a coiled spring waiting to explode from the shadows……………..I waited……. keeping to the edges of the Victorian Lounge…………nobody noticed me………I was the grey man.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw something move……something that made my defenses stand to…………I had found him……..my prey…………and he was mine.
I crept toward my target……mouth open…..breathing through my nose so he would not hear or smell my jerk-pork-flavored breath……………I told myself that I should have had a pre-mission Tic Tac.
I stopped about 10 feet short of where he sat. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt and jeans and his muscles rippled through this sleeves……………this was not going to be easy. I considered calling for back up but decided against this in case any sudden additions to the area where he sat would alert him. I remembered my training and before my final approach I made sure that no coins or loose objects were in my pockets and would rattle thus alerting the target which I had designated………Tango 1.
