The man who had been dressed in plaid in the bar sat in the cab of his truck and watched the bar maid's ponytail disappear into the convinience store. Inhaling on his cigarette, his face lit up from the rose at the end to briefly reveal his face before he was swallowed in blackness once more. After a long, slow, thoughtful exhale, he flicked the cigarette out the open window and pulled the door handle. Fluidly, he rotated and slid from the cab. His boots were soft and heavily worn, which helped silence his footsteps as he silently stepped across the parking lot. His hand moved to his belt in a casual, familiar motion, pulling from under his simple grey t-shirt a small dark shape. The pocket knife he kept clipped to his belt for work glinted in the reflected lights over head.<br/><br/>After briefly glancing at the store to make sure her back was turned, he nodded to himself, knowing even if she looked, she would see only the reflected lights from inside the store. She wouldn't be able to see a thing in the dimly lit stretch of pavement outside. As he passed the Sebring, the only car currently parked in the lot, he bent casually beside the front driver's side of the car. When he stood once more, there was a hiss of air and he slid the pocket knife onto his belt.<br/><br/>Smiling faintly, he nodded as the tire quickly went flat, leaking from a small, precisely-cut hole he'd formed between the treads. No casual glance would reveal that any deliberate damage had been done to the tire. Turning his back, he returned to his truck, sliding into the cab only a minute after he'd exited.<br/><br/>Sitting in silence, his gaze fixated on the door to the convenience store, he waited.