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Title: Content: travellers, scattered in business class and economy, every one of them a fragment of misdirection. To anyone watching, they were strangers on separate journeys. They were anything but. This was Ramirez�s insurance policy�a silent perimeter, the men who made him untouchable. If someone tried to get close, they would never make it past these quiet sentinels. Outside, an aging armoured BMW 318 idled at the far end of the pickup zone, invisible among the newer German sedans. Behind the wheel, a man watched the sliding doors with the stillness of a predator. To anyone else, he was nobody�just another driver waiting on a late flight. At 18:01, he reached across the seat, picked up a laminated name placard, and stepped out into the neon hum of Arrivals. He blended into the line of chauffeurs, shoulder to shoulder with men holding signs for bankers, oil men, and tourists. His sign read, in bold black letters. Senhor Jo�o Rodrigues da Silva: To the world, that was the name of the man stepping off flight LA3052 from S�o Paulo. To Ramirez, it was the mask he wore tonight. The girl broke into a bright smile and ran to the man with the placard, throwing her arms around him in a warm embrace�a picture-perfect family reunion. Behind her, the old man followed at a slow, deliberate pace, his steps heavy with age. The man greeted them without a word. He took the two bags from their hands, casual and unhurried, then led them toward the waiting BMW 318 idling at the curb. The trunk popped open with a soft click, Bags in. Trunk shut, smooth, practiced movements. He circled to the rear door and held it open for the old man, who lowered himself into the back seat with the stiff care of a long flight. The girl, still smiling, slipped into the front passenger seat like she belonged there. To anyone watching, it was nothing but a family reunion at the airport. If someone had been waiting for them, they would have seen only that. Page Number: Update Page