Ivan Fredricksen sat in his office, elbows leaning against his 18th-century mahogany table. His eyes swept upon a Turkish man standing across him. He had dark brown hair, a chiseled face, and a freshly shaven beard, wearing a jacket over his blue shirt and dark blue denim pants.
With his reading glasses on, Ivan read the file in his hand to confirm the information. Then handed it to the waiting man opposite him.
The Turkish man flipped the first page, and looked at the photo clipped on the right side of a blond man in a crisp suit, and read the name. It said,
Levi Knight Jackson.
He looked at his employer for instructions.
Ivan leaned back to his chair, removing his glasses, and looked up the man in a bored manner.
"Once Target confirmed, kill on sight." He said.
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11 PM--7 Eastbourne Rd.