Azriel spent a lot of his time planning his moves and deciding what he would need to take on the trip. He was someone who liked to travel light. Preparations varied depending on the task at hand. Weapons and ammunition were not hard to come by, as long as one knew who to contact and when. Alternatively, it was not difficult to kill someone without the use of guns, hell, bare hands were always available, all that was needed was a little thinking outside the box.<br/><br/>But, even then, he decided he was only bringing a pistol, a Smith and Wesson he picked up in America one year. One clip of ammunition was all he would need, hopefully.<br/><br/>Much to his dismay, the money has still not speared. Surely the transaction would not take this long? It could be his nerves working him up and he was feeling anxious because he needed that money for his flight.<br/><br/>A few minutes went by since he checked, and when he checked again there was still nothing there. He then decided to check his email again, just to see if there was any mention of a separate wallet. If he didn’t get paid, then he simply would not follow through; no money, no hit. This whole thing would be put behind him. They seemed like serious customers who did not want to be let down, and with that kind of attitude he had expected the money to show up by now. Maybe there was some kind of complication and the money was not able to get through. Or perhaps it was just someone trying to screw him after all.<br/><br/>Or worse… the authorities setting him up.<br/><br/>Whatever the case, Azriel eventually found the money. It had showed up just in time and was exactly as they negotiated. At first he was hesitant to do anything with the money in case what was stirring in his mind was true.  But he eventually pushed that aside rather than put too much thought into it. Azriel knew that if he got into a bind, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get out of it. But he was just jumping ahead. Now, he would steer his thoughts to where it mattered, and that was to book his flight and see where everything went from there.<br/><br/>Azriel caught the next flight out, nearly seven hours later. He had a good friend drive him out, instead of taking his own vehicle, mostly out of preference. There was only one other stop along the way, which was somewhat annoying. He liked when he could get flights that were just a straight trip there without any stop. But he really wasn’t going to complain. As long as he got there, that was all that mattered to him.