Aggravating, but something that must be endured. She said, “Your camera ready to go?” I checked a pouch inside my knapsack, glad to be back on the mission, and said, “Yep, tablet’s ready to record.” We broke the plane of the door and I called Knuckles. “Give us a lock-on.” “Headed into the pedestrian area. Go right from the exit, cross the promenade, and take your first left. He’s walking straight up the street, like he’s got a destination.” “Street name?” “Rybarska Brana. Or something like that.” “Got it. Headed that way.” We walked down a narrow brick road with shops left and right, the buildings fronting the lane three stories tall. A really quaint area of town full of local craftsmen and cafés, every so often it had metal sculptures of men going about their day, the most famous being a worker made of brass climbing out of a manhole cover.
