With a stoic sigh, Ben rubbed at his sore knee. It had been aching on and off for a year or two now but for the last few days it had picked up from a background pain to a proper throb. Distressing, considering it looked like he'd more than likely need both knees soon enough. [i]These kids don't have to worry about their damn knees[/i] he internally grumbled, looking across at Victor. The man was solid, young and fit, though he smoked and moved with a bit more swagger than Ben liked. Swagger doesn't help you fight, doesn't make you faster or stronger. Swagger just starts fights and fights, even (or especially) in this line of work, are to be avoided.

Still, better to make nice with teammates than squabble. So when the younger man came over and made some official sounding noises, Ben nodded. Watch the elevators, keep an eye on the lobby and make sure to notice anything suspicious. Nothing too difficult, at least not to start off with. A few minutes passed in silence before Victor started saying something about Hockey. Unprofessional, to start blabbing when they both needed their wits about them, showed impatience. [i]Still[/i] thought Ben [i]you get more patience as you age. If you age.[/i] "Never been much one for Sports" he replied curtly, eyes not deviating from his assigned lookout spot.

Then Victor started cursing and pointing, something about a tail. Ben didn't look over, he was watching one of the detectives. The man had just stuffed away a phone into jacket, caught Ben's gaze then looked away guilty before hurrying off. Suspicious behaviour to say the least and Ben tapped Victor once on the shoulder before moving after the cop. "My twelve o'clock, two detectives in black suits, possibly ordered the tail. If we get their number plate we can track them down." he said, quietly enough that Victor could only hear it if he kept up with the older man.

The two operators followed the policemen to the garage, where their targets got into a black Ford Crown Victoria, the license plate of which Ben copied into the burner phone's notepad. He nodded to Victor and turned to go back up the stairs when something made him stop. Footsteps and muttering, coming from above them, someone hissing about 'who the fuck are they?' in a low voice. Moving fast, Ben stepped out of sight of the stars, backwards into the shadows of the parking garage, and signalled for Victor to do the same.

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