After all, Uzi would have probably given the job to you. Besides, Northern Ireland was never my neck of the woods. Someone who knows the turf.
Someone who can pass for a local if need be. Someone who actually knows Eamon Quinn personally. It showed a man of medium height and build walking through passport control at Heathrow Airport. Gabriel said nothing. You slipped into the United Kingdom unannounced to do a little digging. I remember it well. Shortly after your arrival, you went to see a man named Anton Orsati. He gave you a valuable piece of information regarding her kidnappers.
He also allowed you to borrow his best assassin. After all, you were searching for the mistress of the British prime minister at my behest.
Sadly, so do his parents. But then, you already knew that. Like the first, it showed a man walking through Heathrow Airport. He was several inches taller than Gabriel, with short blond hair, skin the color of saddle leather, and square, powerful shoulders. Your friend entered the country on a false French passport, one of several he has in his possession.
On that particular day he was Adrien Leblanc. We were never able to learn his name. And never in our wildest dreams did we imagine he might be a paid asset of the Office.
