While time may have eased Drake and company into a dangerously unearned sense of security, their enemy is vigilant as ever, even while spinning his web of resources has begun to overshadow his interest in retribution. But it is still there, never far from front of mind when he runs a fortnightly check of registered spacecraft and firearms. Sooner or later, Drake will attempt to flee--Lazarevic has no doubt of that--and he will require a ship to do so.

He is however less confident he will be fool enough to obtain a vehicle under his fleet registered identity, but Lazarevic will not miss the opportunity to seize him should Drake experience a crisis in judgment.

This time, his attentiveness bears fruit. The Serbian has set his pieces on the board within the day.

He falls in behind the witless redhead a block from where he has peeled off the thoroughfare. And before Nathan Drake can even conceive of reacting to his new shadow, Lazarevic slams his fist into the back of his skull.