“Well, I … I know, it was foolish. I cannot deny that fact, but I felt like I had to bring it here. I don’t know why, but I feel as though even if I had done such a thing whatever is held within the locket wouldn’t have truly left me. It was a risk worth taking, in my opinion, to save my family from untimely demises. I was more than willing to sacrifice myself, and whoever else was on the damned plane to protect my wife and children,” he murmured as he slowly stepped back from the counter while Drae took hold of the locket and lifted it to be level with his eye. In being willing to risk his life, naturally, the gentleman was also more than prepared to fork over a fair bit of cash to neutralize the threat that was held within the locket. He listened quietly to the man’s demands, and he nodded slowly, ringing his hands together in an anxious manner as he glanced over his shoulder as though someone would hear of the hefty demands, though the shop was empty save for the two … Or technically three souls that stood there at the counter.<br/><br/>“Yes, of course, I understand. I have the payment ready, as well; I was warned by many a professional across the pond that your services didn’t come cheap, and that there was a requirement for cash. I took out a large insurance policy on the house some time ago, thankfully, elsewise I’d not be able to afford all the costs of ridding myself of this damned thing,” he muttered as he stepped back a few more strides. “If you’d merely allow me a moment, I’ll fetch your money,” he turned and shuffled from the little shop of oddities quickly, making his way to the vehicle he’d rented which he’d parallel parked just out in front of the little shop.<br/><br/>The upper portion of his torso briefly disappeared into the popped trunk of the little white Chevrolet Spark he’d rented at the airport. He’d prepared a payment of $25,000, considering the fact that he’d been told to expect a request of something around that much. He carefully moved some of the bills into a separate bag than the one he’d shoved the cash into before zipping the duffel shut and slinging it over his shoulder, shutting and locking up the car. He made his way back into the store, glancing about himself in a paranoid manner as he moved to rest the bag on the counter that stood between the service provider and customer.<br/><br/>“There’s your pay … I trust that’s all the engagement we need for this exchange? It’s done?” he whispered as he slowly backed away from the countertop. When given the go-ahead the man turned without another word, strolling from the building brusquely he hopped into his rental and peeled off into the driveway without a single backward glance. He was more than ready to be rid of the nightmare that had somehow become his life.