Locke, an assumed name he had been ordered to use, sat quietly and listened to the distant thundering fade.  When the man entered the small shck that tried to pass for a building, he didn't move.  While this dealer of death would not be able to identify who he was, nor would he have a chance in any hell of taking him down.  For the time being, he felt content in letting this rag tag group deal with the problem at hand.  One more dead sholder would go unnoticed, and his mission relied on keeping his true identity hidden.