Life in the military was always somewhat difficult. For those who fought, it was much more difficult. That was always a truth that people in combat roles accepted. There were always thing that had to be accounted for. It was all so easy to miss, someone on the phone, a person who walked up and down the block a few too many times. 

As a nameless, faceless man stood on the corner, watching for Nate and JJ to leave. Eye on conformation that they where indeed there. "Conformation on targets, heading northbound towards  I-75 . Both targets are in the car." The nameless, faceless man said.

Men in nondescript black SUVs were starting their vehicles and began to watch  Nate and JJ very closely. "Copy that we are en route." One voice said into a radio. "We just need eyes on them, do not stop or intercept them. Keep your distance and try not to spook them. Do you copy?" Other voices chimed in with conformation that they understood the orders given to them.

As they followed one of the men couldn't help themselves. "Do you think they did it?"

"Don't see how anyone could have pulled that off. I didn't even think it was possible." Another form the backseat chimed in.

"Innocent till proven guilty. They are just needed for questioning. Nothing more." The driver said.

The conversation continued until a man dressed like another in the city if Atlanta approached Nate and JJ's car. It looked like another guy just crossing the street. Atlanta was never the safest place it the worked and what the man did proved it.

There closer the man got. The quicker and angrier he got. As he came to the window of the passenger side. He started hitting and kicking car with everything he had... And peopled where only gathering around.