Frowning he shook his head. “My friends are stationed halfway across the world.” He said moving beside her. The frown deepened when he saw who it was. First that woman, now this. Had someone put a hit on him now or was that trumped up little shit of a business man really gunning for her. Somehow he was going with the latter. Once this was all over he was going to have a ‘talk’ with that business man. His eyes went to the other passenger but that one hadn’t moved yet. A doll?<br/><br/>“I’ll see what is going on. Stay here a moment please.” He said entire body poised for trouble. His tone was firm yet polite. He was trying to get her to understand something was not right. He hoped she listened but from her actions earlier he highly doubted it. Walking calmly out of the bar he put a smile on his face and asked; “There something can help you with?” Eyes focused on the man by the car. The closer he got the more he came to realize it really was a doll in the passenger seat. Clever, yet also stupid.<br/><br/>The man glanced in Lance’s direction. Balding and bigger than Lance the man scowled, almost grey eyes glaring at him. They flicked to Tequella and he frowned more. In his mind the words; ‘Oh shit’ kept playing around in his head as Lance walked toward him. He wasn’t new to the game like that one woman had been but then again he hadn’t been in it as long as Lance either. Everyone knew of Lance and only those who were on his level would dare mess with him, this guy was not there.<br/><br/>Lance walked around to the side so he could face the man the pleasant smile still on his face. “You never did answer me. There something I can help you with?” His eyes had grown hard and icy, the rest of his body relaxed and calm. The man, Bruce, had a garrote at his side and a few knives with him, plus one Berretta pistol hiding at the small of his back.<br/><br/>“I was just going to ask for directions. You see I was trying to reach a friend of mine and the direction he gave me were terrible. I would call him but I have no reception out here.” Bruce replied back with a nervous smile of his own. Lance could tell he was newish but there was a hit of veteran in there. If a fight broke out there might be trouble. Lance was going to open his mouth to ask where the man was going when his opponent had dropped the pretenses.<br/><br/>It surprised him to be sure. A professional would never give up on a case like this, even with another assassin in the line. What he didn’t comprehend was how much hype Bruce had been told about him. The other man believed should he continue Lance would come after him later. Lance might out of pride or principle or he might have just let him go if he had walked away from this job. Pulling out the Berretta, Bruce pointed it toward Tequilla. He thought he would have enough time to get a shot or two off before Lance could get to him. They had been half a car apart from each other. Sure they were on the same side as the car but he hadn’t expected Lance to be as fast as he was.<br/><br/>Lance moved the moment he saw the gun. Knocking it away he barely flinched when the gun went off. Kicking the inside of Bruce’s knee he popped it out of place before the hidden blade beneath his sleeve imbedded itself deep in Bruce’s chest. Before he died Bruce cursed at Lance, using his real name as he did. Jaw clenched he let out a long sigh, blade going back into hiding. The mechanics of the blades could be a pain but they worked out pretty good. Slowly standing he mentally cursed himself for not jamming it below the man’s jaw.