In the black car, Antone was still arguing with Sal that they were wasting their time when Sal interrupted him—“Ant, somebody’s getting out of the car!” 

Antone did not find this nearly as exciting as Sal. “Woah, Sal, amazing,” he said, rolling his eyes. “What tipped you off? Was it when the guy opened the door or when he put his foot out?” 

Joe approached their car and Antone rolled down his window. 

“What are you doing, Ant?” Sal hissed. “He looks Chinese, and we were not given permission to engage with the target.”

“Chinese, huh?” Antone said, dangling his arm out the window casually. “Should we call the police and tell them there’s an invasion?” 

“Hi, I’m Joe,” Joe said, extending his hand.

Antone raised his hand, but he paused for a moment to look at Sal, faking wide eyes full of fear, and said, “When the cops come, we can tell them his name is Joe.” Antone laughed and shook Joe’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Joe. I’m Antone, this is Sal. And just in case it isn’t completely obvious—which it should be—we’re following you.” 

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