Small Town USA Pitfalls

The bartender shook his head, mumbled back, "Sure," and walked to the other end of the bar.

Sean grabbed his sandwich, but before biting, he said to Justice, "You're taking a big risk coming in here again."

Justice sipped his beer. "Not as big a risk as you are eating this food."

Sean chuckled and finished chewing. "But how did you know I was here? The FBI doesn't even know I'm back in town."

Justice smiled, "We track everything going on at the trailer. Those cameras feed into our central server and allow us to stay in contact with each other."

Sean smiled back at Justice, "That's interesting, but how did you find me? This morning I was following Mr. Forsythe, but I left him when he went to OC Chemicals Plant, probably to see Mr. Arias. I haven't been back to the trailer since this morning."

Justice replied, "I was told you stopped drinking, but I figured it's hard to break the habit of going to the bar."

"I guess you're right. Anyway, there aren't many places to get a simple lunch around here and I wanted to get the local gossip. Maybe I would find out where these terrorists hang out," said Sean as he took the last bite of his sandwich.

"Maybe I can help you out with that. A mutual friend says we should check out a farmhouse several miles northwest of town. I have no specifics, but they supposedly meet there."