6:37 AM
The early morning sun caught their faces as the driver of the informants walked first.
As they entered closer to a quiet unassuming house in the middle of an alley, the other van carrying Ryan and his men stopped at the end of the street.
They entered a split-level residence with rooftop, neatly trimmed with high trees partly hidden in plain sight.
It was a hideous place deliberately concealed for confidentiality.
Obviously, it was called as an ordinary CIA hideout.
In any event of trouble, his safehouse with Lincoln, without drawing any attention, was openly right under their noses.
As both Remo and Lincoln approached the house on the opposite side, it was a typical house on the outside.
When they stepped, however inside, a nondescript office was sitting quietly in a corner like a world built in secrecy, survival, and high stakes mission.
A dining table near the kitchen is littered with mission dossiers and coffee mugs.
