Following her direction, Bullseye made the turn, but a block from the warehouse, he made another left, circling around the warehouse from a block away. There were cameras visible, and though he had no intention of taking them out - at least just yet - he wanted to know where they were, just in case.
When he'd circled back around to the front again, Bullseye parked in front, keeping his mannerisms seemingly casual, but with the tightly wound coil of a man ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, if need be.
"Remember," he warned quietly. "I'm you're dear, sweet husband, and any hint otherwise means you'll be joining our pal Ali, instead of going to help ol' Clinty boy. Got it?"
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