Walking in the door of the coffee shop is a middle-aged man with dark hair and a heavy build like Kevin Sorbo from the Hercules tv show. He was wearing jeans and a striped shirt under his brown leather jacket. He was scanning the inside of the coffee shop standing in the doorway for a moment before he notices a single man sitting alone at a corner booth. He walks towards the back of the restaurant where a man was sitting.
"Are you Ace?"
"Why who wants to know?" Replies Chance.
"I heard you were a hard man, but to be honest I pictured you a little different."
"Sit down! I am a hard man don't let the blue eyes fool you."
Right on cue hearing their blue eye code word Winston enters the shop wearing his old beat policeman uniform. He sits down at the counter and orders a coffee.
"Wait here." Says Chance as he walks over to the counter where Winston is sitting. As the stranger looks on Chance gets the legs of the stool from underneath Winston, who crashes to the floor. Chance bends down and takes his gun before pointed it at him.
"You cops are all the same. Me, I love messing up cops. Why don't you leave before I test your gun out on you."
Winston playing his part of terrified cop runs out of the coffee shop without turning around. Chance walks back over to his corner table.
"We best get out of here before the chicken of a cop comes back with his friends. "
"That was good my mistake for doubting you earlier, and you are just like your reputation. "
"That won't help us much if we don't get out here." Both men leave together and get in a black Chrysler 300.
"You need to know that we have a priority target that must be dealt with before our foreign friend can do any work for you."
"Foreign friend? Don't you have a name for him?"
"Why do you care what his name is. You know they never used names it complicates things. But you should have already known that."
Chance looks up from the passenger side and smiles. "Of course I knew that."
They drive in silence for the next couple of miles before he reaches in his pocket for a gun, but Chance has already crossed the seat and has his gun at the man's temple.
"Now you keep driving, and give me your gun."
"Who are you?"
"Let's not worry about that right now, instead what can you tell us about your friend that you were going to pick-up tonight?"
"I will tell you nothing. They will kill me if I do, besides I want to live to find out what they are going to do to you."
He elbows Chance catching him off guard as he accelerates the car. He stops and spins the car quickly, when the car stops he jumps out. Chance jumps out of the car immediately to give chase.
Both men are running down 4th Avenue avoiding traffic. The one trying to escape, the other hoping for a break in this case. The man turns down an alley knocking down trash cans behind him in an effort to slow down his pursuer. Chance jumps and dodges the different roadblocks in front of him. Just as he was reaching for the man, a homeless person walks from the shadows and bumps into Chance as both men falls. The man turns around and emerges from the alley and freedom. Until a taxi cab comes smashing into him ending the chase and his life. A dark van pulls up behind the crowd, and Winston gets out.
"Chance you ok?"
"I'm fine, just wish I got to him before he caught a cab."
"Now without him we know zero about our shooter. So what do we do now?"
"Don't worry now we go to plan B and we do a crazy Roland."
"I am almost afraid to ask but what is a crazy Roland?"
"Roland was this guy we knew that used to sit all day waiting for the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition to arrive."
"What's so crazy about that? I seem to recall that Guerrero does the same thing."
"That's true but Guerrero has a subscription and a home address for them to be delivered. Crazy Roland was homeless with no subscription. But he would still wait for that swimsuit issue."
"Ok, I get who Crazy Roland was, but how does that help us here?"
"Simple I am going go the airport to meet the shooter."
"Not so simple we don't have a name or profile. How are you going to find him?"
"Winston have some faith; crazy Roland never fails."
Meanwhile on a flight over the Pacific Ocean Miguel has a picture in his hands of Agent Emma. He rubs his fingers over the edges of the picture as the pilot voice comes across the speakers.
"Ladies and Gentlemen we will be arriving at Los Angeles Airport in one hour."
