Mike cracked another sunflower seed in his mouth, spitting the remains on the top of the building. He sighed, and could see his breath. Damn this cold.... He thought. He laid prone on top of an old Warehouse in Mayfield. He lifted his small binocs to his head staring at the unmarked van one more time and then rolled out of sight. Pulling himself to his knees he made his way off of the building. I really should stop with the sunflower seeds.... they give away my location.... Ah what the hell. I enjoy it. He dropped off of the last rung of the ladder and his shirt pulled off of his arm a little showing one of his large scars. We know who you are Knight..... What we need from you is who you work for? The Russians? The Czechs? English? Americans? He had barely made it out alive, and this is how they treated him. He dropped to the ground and crossed the street. He pulled his baseball cap down. The FBI Morons shouldn't recognize him, and he KNEW the Sheriff wouldn't either. He saw Megan standing outside and he winked at her. She knew of him, but not who he was. He stood beside her "What's goin' on here Sheriff?" He said trying to remember back to his trainings on covert interrogation.