Totschlager led John away from the park and down the nearest street that led north. There were cars, trucks, and other vehicles calmly driving on their left; int he dark of night it was as though a trail of red and yellow light followed their every movement. every so often the assassi would glance in every direction around them, commiting everyone's face into memory, seeing who was following and who was actually going home.
"We're being followed," he suddenly announced after a few minutes of pure silence with only the vehicles on the side as noise. "I can't tell the exact number, or if it is just an individual following us. There's one I'm certian of, he's about a hundred meters back, looks lethal. There are others, too, but i'm unsure if they are following him or us, for our safety I think it'd be prudent to think they were all after us."
Totschlager then reached into his inside pocket as he spoke. He otioned for john not to look back, it would case suspision. Instead he brought forth a simple mirror and held it just before the both of them and asked John to peer into it. "Do you know him?"