Charlie Sato yawned. He hated stakeouts but they were to be expected with UNIT.
At least it was a beautiful day in San Juan. As he sat in a touristy bar, he mentally reviewed the description of what he was after. "Shaped like a flashlight with a blue light at the end." That was it. No explanation of what it was, just orders to bring it back to the Vault.
There was movement across the street. The people he’d followed, the ones he’d dubbed “The Little Guys” for self-explanatory reasons, exited the hotel.
Charlie paid his tab. It was showtime.