Ten minutes passed. The car didn't move. Rodriguez finally sighed.
"Come to think of it, I think that's the same car I saw in the parking lot," he said. "It might be one of LeBron's agents. I'll try to get rid of him." Rodriguez reached into the backseat and came back up with a pistol.
"Rodriguez!" I shout-whispered, "You're not gonna shoot him!"
"You're right," he said, loading it. "I'm gonna shoot at him."
"Very funny," I faked a laugh. He shot the first shot at their car, shattering the window. I saw the person inside duck, trying to avoid the shot. The noise was so loud that I flinched and covered my ears.
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ActionFive years have passed since the last incident with the Russian Intelligence Agency (RIA), and they've been quiet since then. Bored out of his mind with no interesting cases except standard police matters, Rodriguez Moralés will soon be happy to lea...
