typically, the tracker worked alone; if it was with a team --------- it was his team. people he was familiar with, and people he had known. he would of known their skills already, and how predictable they were but he knew some day he’d have to branch out to other avenues. top down and on the road, he was headed to another facility that was located away from his home base in England. traveling wasn’t foreign to him as his job always involved moving in short times, and on short notice. the sun shined as the slick black vehicle pulled up to the address he was told to meet this other individual at. emerald eyes scanned the area behind black shades--- spotting a lone individual coming out from the doors of the building.
parking and taking a moment to gather his belongings, the man stepped out of his vehicle and approached the other with a professional, and formal look. at first look, one could see this man meant nothing but business and they would be right. at least on the surface of things. he observed the other man, a bit younger looking by a guess, but he couldn’t say much other than that. assumptions would be made later, but for the moment, he extended his hand for a formal introduction as he walked up to him. ❝ hello. ❞ his thick spanish accent coming out as he scanned him over, a bit of a emotionless introduction but he meant nothing hostile of it before speaking again. ❝ you must be ashton fowler. ❞