After consuming nearly three fourths a bottle of wine he decided to return to his bedroom as he felt the alcoholâ€™s affects on his body slowly sink in. It wasnâ€™t as much as he wanted but it was enough to relax him. In all honestly he could hold his liquor well, coming from years of heavy drinking, and his liver would probably be shot by the time he hit forty if it wasnâ€™t already, a bottle of wine really wasnâ€™t that bad. It was just a fancy version of beer, tasted a hell of a lot better too. He let his mind wander to the different types of alcohol while he lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. Lying on his back had proven to be more comfortable since his shoulder was stiff and his bruised nose was irritating the hell out of him aside from his insomnia acting up. This has been a long week in general and he really needed rest but even when he allowed his mind to wander a bit his thoughts seemed to make one full loop right back to his mission. He had a bit of a one track mind in that sense. There was no way in hell he would be able to sleep with this mission on his mind.<br/><br/>Unfortunately the thought of getting some fresh air wasnâ€™t going to help since he noticed Shizu was out on the balcony. He figured he would leave her alone for now and went back to his room to lie back down. It was late and she seemed to have her own things running through her mind so he didnâ€™t want to bother her. Besides if he could rest his mind at least his body could get more rest now that it would if he was standing around. He took a few deep breaths through his mouth and closed his eyes, trying to calm himself to get into the mindset of sleeping. Damned insomnia. Out of all the times he really needs this sleep it was still keeping him up.<br/><br/>Eventually he was able to relax enough to place himself in a state where he was at least resting, somewhat half asleep, but far too on edge to let himself fall into a deep sleep. He still wanted to be aware of what was going on around him and more importantly he wanted to be able to hear his phone in case he was needed. If someone were to crash through the door he wanted to be able to respond quickly enough to it to some degree without being completely out of it. If Shizu wanted to grab his attention he wanted to hear her, whether she felt something was wrong or someone was trying to take her from him. They were not out of the woods yet. There was just no way that they were safe from harm, he just knew it, and the more he thought about it the more reluctant he was to part ways with Shizu. Subconsciously, he hit himself for having those thoughts, perhaps still somewhat in denial that he had allowed himself to become this attached to her.<br/><br/>Not that he was thinking that way of course, he knew he could never think that way about a woman ever again. He just wanted her to be safe, as mentioned before. The sleek, black Desert Eagle pistol was sitting on the nightstand. He dared someone to storm through the door; they would end up with a bullet in their skull just as fast as they entered. But such bloodthirsty thoughts were not helping him sleep at all, he knew, and he decided he wouldnâ€™t think about it too much. He continued to take deep breaths until he felt relaxed enough to actually get some sleep, letting his mind wander to whatever his dreams would hold for him. It was hardly ever pleasant, for all he saw were the faces of the people he has killedâ€¦ and her face always haunting him, reminding him that it was his fault that she was dead, though he would never ever share this with anyone. He saw the blood of his fallen comrades in the military splattered about the area his dream had manifested.<br/><br/>That was enough to wake him up. He could have sworn he heard something but it was probably just something he had dreamed, or the result of him having an over reactive imagination. His eyes darted to the clock on the nightstand, taking note that it was six in the morning. He barely got four hours of sleep but that was alright with him he decided. Sitting up, wincing when he was once again reminded of the pain in his shoulder, he yawned, feeling a bit out of it. He could feel his nerves acting up again but he did his best to keep calm and collected.<br/><br/>This was going to be an important day and he had to keep himself calm. It was a few hours before the hand off but he decided he was going to wear a suit for this day. Whenever he wore a suit, people who knew him knew he was being damn serious. It was a grey suit he was wearing today, complete with a navy blue tie and lighter blue shirt underneath that was just the right shade to match the suit. It probably looked a bit silly with his bruised nose but again he was being serious about this. When he finished dressing, he moved back into the kitchen and shot a message to Elias and Ivan again, letting them know exactly where he was going to be, the location on the note, and what time. He told them to keep a look out for anything else they feel is concerning as well, just to keep in contact with one another. It was something they always did however it was hardly ever of this scale.<br/><br/>There was no room for screwing up, he knew, and he was not going to take chances.