Come to.

"What the hell?"

You come too about an hour later,your head heavy and vision foggy due to the beer and pills and your mouth as dry as a desert.
You crack open one of the last two cans and swill your mouth out before checking the clock on your dash.

"Well that's something" you think as you just about manage to focus on the time "At least it's I can call it a day"

You straighten yourself up and are about to pull off when you notice someone walking towards the Stark Compound.

"Hello,what do we have here?"

From your vantage point across the street you slump down in your seat so as not to be seen and watch as the person...no,the woman...enters.
Before she does she seems to stop, as if checking that no-one is following her before she disappears inside.

"Now who could that be?" you wonder to yourself "Could be a cleaner? No,not with that coat and those shoes..maybe one of Stark's conquests? Hmmm...from what I've heard he makes sure they don't stick around.So who the hell is she?"

You decide that this is too good of an opportunity for you to pass up,it could be a lead,maybe even the break in the case everyone's been looking for and you make up your mind to wait and follow her when she comes out.

Another two hours drags by.

"God damn it,where the hell is she?"

You're about to give it up as a lost cause,thinking that she must've gone out by a side entrance or some other exit,when you see your quarry slide back out of the large iron gates with the same care and attention she took going in.
You continue to watch her as she walks down the street and hails a cab,she climbs inside and as it pulls off so do you.

You follow behind,not too close,always two car lengths as the hand book says and find that you're winding your way back into the city.

After another 30 minute drive the cab stops outside a familiar building and the woman gets out,pays her fare and heads inside.

"What the hell? That's The S.S.R headquarters,what's going on here?"