"Scatter, eyes peeled." Alex muttered into his earpiece as him and his team of four entered the nasty little dive bar. It was small, perfect size to not draw attention to the activities that would be happening.

Namely that Alex needed information on a very dangerous and very unknown man who was leading a very illegal weapons and human trafficking ring. The ring had come from somewhere overseas, and the CIA had been determined to ignore it and keep the US out of foreign issues. It was safer that way and left the CIA more operatives to focus on things that were taking place on home soil.

That was until it reached American soil and even some people in the CIA were recruited to be a part of the illegal business. If men and women who were supposed to be the best and greatest in the USA were getting swayed, then how many regular people were also a part of it?

"Echo?"

Alex looked over at the person who sat beside him, "You're my informant?"

"A-firm." They waved for Alex to follow them through the dingy bar. For protection, Alex always had a pistol under his shirt, and right now, all of his signals were being pinged. All of this was strange, and he knew he couldn't just trust it blindly. He needed the information, but he also needed to be alive to do something with the information.