Developing an Arsenal: Overwatch (The Unit)

Chapter 19: In the Midst

The man in a black cashmere jacket, wide brim brown hat, broad shoulders and iron like jaw frame walks out of a limo as it moves next to the curb of a shopping campus, tapping the limestone floor with his walking stick as he makes every step. He showed no expression of joy or gratitude to the sunny weather it shined upon Legacy Center. But why wouldn't he? Perhaps it could be this man was wanted from seventeen different countries for a various reason, not including what organization he works for. The man is Zeljan Kurst, the chief executive of Talon.

As he made his way through the campus, he could see observe the life this area filled with many restaurants, shops, and fun activities and performances the campus provided. He showed little expression on his face.

Kurst barely glances the people enjoying the sunshine. As he scans toward an open field planted nearby a big building, he could see one large man tossing a ball as a young teenager whacks it back to his father with a bat. There was a old woman with a canvas, inspecting the landscape as she forms a square using to thumbs.

As he continued his way, he nearly tripped over as a blonde kid nearly bumps into. The two froze and stared at each other until a blonde woman comes over and grabs the young teen gently.

"Come on, Charles." The blonde Swedish woman commands with a heavenly voice. She looks to Kurst. "Sorry about that." She says apologetically.

Kurst nods politely before the woman motions the kid, Charles, to follow her. The Eastern European thought the kid recognized him. But this "Charlie" seemed embarrassed for the awkward moment. If the kid did recognize the war criminal Kurst would have the boy killed, just like everyone else. He finally heads his way inside.

He felt uneasy as he heads up the large and wide set of stairs and into the mall, a facility designed from an ancient Greek temple. Everything told him he shouldn't be here. When the invitation to meet with his client arrived at his desk, delivered by numerous middle men, he intended to decline the offer. When the third richest person in the world offers to pay you a million dollars just to show up in person, it would be worth it to come hear him out, decline, and walk out.

As he disappears into the building, a handful of cars pull into the parking lot behind him. The doors open, a group of 22 agents in black uniform pile out and observe the building before them.

Kurst was unaware a squad of Overwatch agents were following him ever since he landed from his private plane at a private airport. He didn't know Talon's past executive, Maxwell Verge, leaked his flight plans to the United Nations in exchange of a new identity and a life in Panama before he died by the hands of his former employers. Now, Overwatch jumped on the opportunity of capturing a well-known war criminal. They know little of Kurt's place in Talon

"Group Three, stay back at the front. Groups One and Two, cover the side exits. Group four, move inside the building." A gruff voice could be heard from the radio.

Of course, Overwatch wasn't moving in with guns drawn. They already lost their target when he made his way inside to blend in with the crowd. Civilians are everywhere and Overwatch didn't want them to be in the middle of a firefight if one were to break out.

Tap... Tap... tap...

The sound the silver walking stick made as he heads through the building amongst the crowd, a colony of restaurants, clothing stores, and street performers who earned authorization to be inside. As Kurst quickly looks around the area, he could spot two people selling amateur grade bracelets and necklaces to people passing by. There was a bearded janitor wiping up a pile of vomit as he guards his cleaning station with a wet floor sign as he listens to music from his headphones.

Kurst heads up the escalator, he spots a man at a distance resting his arms on the guard rail of a balcony. The man in a western cowboy hat, jean jacket, and boots with a spur at the end of the heel. As he makes his way to the man in the white western hat, he almost collides to a strong built black man in a wind jacket. They didn't say a word to each other before Kurst continues his way forward to the man with the cowboy hat. The large man turns around to face Kurst and walks up to him.