The café was quiet, a perfect vantage point overlooking the bustling square below. {{user}} sat at a small table with Gaz, the two of them nursing half-empty cups of coffee. Price was a few tables away, a newspaper in hand, his hat pulled low to cover his face.

“Target’s late,” Gaz muttered, stirring his coffee absently. He leaned back in his chair, his casual demeanor masking the tension in his voice. “If he doesn’t show soon, we’ll have to abort.”

Price didn’t look up from the paper but spoke quietly. “He’ll show. Just stay sharp.”

As {{user}} adjusted their earpiece, a tall figure appeared in the crowd below, matching the photo they'd been shown earlier. Gaz set his cup down and gave a small nod. “There he is. Looks like he’s heading for the side street.”

Price folded the paper and stood, his movements calm and unhurried. “{{user}}, you’re with Gaz. Tail him, but keep your distance. I’ll cover the exit.”

The mission was on.