Reed stepped out of the car, and the man approached, casually using a Zippo to light the end of his cigar. Something about him clearly screamed dangerous, especially with the tattoo peeking from his neck and covering his hands, the rings donning them too.
Yet, I got a feeling Reed knew him.
I eyed the button. Without delay, I leaned into the driver's seat and pressed it. The window came down a bit, just enough to hear what they were saying.
"Hello, soldier boy... quite a chase there."
"Isaac."
Isaac grinned broadly. "So you do remember me, even though we have only seen each other a few times." He looked behind his men. "He remembers! And yet he runs."
"A response to a pursuit."
"Pursuit? We were just following, not until you decided to go furious."
"What do you want, Isaac?" Reed asked with a repressed annoyance.
Isaac took a slow drag from his cigarette. "He would like to see her. We're here to bring her in."
He?
