He was nearly on his target now. Adrenaline surged, sending his skin into shivers in anticipation of his kill. He was certain. He had seen this man walking away from the scene, backpack and some sort of device in hand. A detonator, Fereldr was sure of it. Furthermore, he had gotten in his car and hadn't gone anywhere. He was waiting for something, yes...<br/><br/>Then the car started.<br/><br/>Fereldr nearly lost his composure, he was so surprised. He wasn't expecting that. He kept his pace, maintaining the appearance of the average pedestrian. Was this man innocent? Was he not waiting for the supply truck? Perhaps he had just taken his time, or dropped his keys. If Fereldr was going to kill this man as he passed, he had to decide soon. He was only a few yards away now, and to stop and think about it would look out of place. If this man was indeed the bomber, he would notice any odd behaviors like that. He'd be nearly as alert as Fereldr was. It was a game of catch the spy, except the other man may or may not actually be playing.<br/><br/>He decided not to be hasty. There were other things he could do while he tried to confirm the man's intentions. He passed by the car, no more than a couple feet away. Just as he passed, he looked back and stole a glance into the tinted windows. He could make out a man sitting in the driver's seat, but other than that it was too hard to see much of anything through the darkened glass.<br/><br/>Fereldr continued on a few paces, and found himself at a bus stop. Perfect. He came to a stop under the sign, and leaned against the pole, appearing to wait. He didn't face the suspect car, that would be too obvious. Instead, he faced streetward and kept nonchalantly looking around the area, enjoying the view, the view which so happened to include his target. He pulled out his phone and dialed.<br/><br/>"This is Agent Scorpio. Yes. I've a confirmed visual on explosive devices attached to the West Bridge. Mmhm. Reroute the shipment and send a team to cordon the area, I don't need a bloodbath here. I have a single suspect at the moment, but I'd like the pleasure of greeting him personally. Yes, I can handle it, who do you think you're talking to? I'll update you as need arises. Out." He hung up.<br/><br/>Fereldr looked back to the car, which hadn't moved. He smirked ever so slightly. He wondered how long the rebel would wait until he called it off or detonated his charges. Until he realized his truck wasn't coming? When the local police showed up to close off the area? When the bomb squads came in? Fereldr wasn't planning on letting him escape if he turned out to be the bomber, and Fereldr seemed to have good hunches.