“Yes… Tell him that tomorrow is fine with me… No I… Yes… Good-bye…”<br/><br/>Azriel ended the call with a man he was close with and let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. This was the third call of the day and he wasn’t getting anywhere. A lot was happening, and he was stuck here at home looking for work when he could be useful doing… something… anything to get him out of his apartment for a while. These past few weeks have been rather dry and that phone call had been the only excitement he has had.<br/><br/>Running a hitman service was not as easy as one might think. Like anything, you get good customers and you get… not so great ones. The ones who did come along and prove to be good work were always welcomed, as they were few and far between. A lot of times there were just frustrated people who wanted someone dead because they wronged them in some way, or someone trying to be funny. Then there were the authorities. Oh, there were most certainly were the authorities.<br/><br/>Hiring a hitman is illegal, which is why Azriel had set up shop on the deep web under a cheesy username, Angel of Death, to remain untracable. But that’s not all. He was also a hitman for what some people might consider to be a ‘terrorist group’. The organization had a lot of supporters and was well-funded, but there were also people who stood against them. When he met up with the man who ran the organization, he was sure they would speak more on the subject.<br/><br/>Azriel decided to kill some time looking through his emails. It was a lot like repeatedly opening the refrigerator or flipping through television channels, hoping there would be something that would be appealing some days.<br/><br/>Much to his surprise, there was one email that caught his eye, titled ‘He Betrayed Me’. He had clicked on it thinking it would be something amusing…<br/><br/><ul><span style="font-size: 95%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;">From: <!-- e --><a href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection#1a777b687159745e28292b5a69737d7b73746e3475687d"><span class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="a3cec2d1c8e0cde7919092e3d0cac4c2cacdd78dccd1c4">[email protected]</span></a><!-- e --><br/>To: <!-- e --><a href="/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection#bffed1d8dad3f0d9fbdadecbd78b8bffccd6d8ded6d1cb91d0cdd8"><span class="__cf_email__" data-cfemail="51103f36343d1e37153430253965651122383630383f257f3e2336">[email protected]</span></a><!-- e --> <br/>Subject: He Betrayed Me<br/>Date: April 9 20XX<br/><br/>Hello,<br/><br/>I will keep this short. I’ve looked over your page, and would like to request your services. I need a hit on someone, a man who has caused a lot of harm to my company. I’ll spare you the details, just know that he has crossed the line and can no longer tolerate his actions.<br/><br/>I hate to sound hasty, but I need this done quick. Please respond within 24 hours. I am willing to pay full price up front. I can send every penny to a bitcoin wallet, if you’d prefer (I see you have bitcoin as an accepted currency).</span></span><br/></ul><br/>Azriel’s brow furrowed as he read over the last few lines a few times, just to be sure he was reading them correctly. Were they really offering him full pay up front? It was either a very trusting move or this was some kind of set up. He felt more inclined to believe that something was off. Maybe it was just some kid who didn’t really know what they were dealing with. Or, perhaps this was some kind of investigation, authorities looking to catch hitmen.<br/><br/>Without really knowing why, he decided to bite.<br/><br/>He sent back an email saying that he was willing to hear them out. Much to his surprise, he had gotten an email sent right back to him not even ten minutes after he replied. He had a name, James Harlow, and a face to go with him. Not much else was given outside of a few places where he might find him, one of them being Scotland. It was suggested that he take the earliest flight out there.<br/><br/>The conversation was ended in exactly seven emails. The initial request, and some correspondence. It seemed harmless enough, but he was still a little leery. He brushed it off as something to be expected whenever he was dealing with a situation like this. Besides, his past hits have been very successful and he has only had maybe one or two run-ins. He was a pretty lucky guy. Hopefully he would continue that streak here.<br/><br/>There was no way to back out of this and the consequences of failure were not exactly the best thoughts to dwell on.<br/><br/>Looks like he was going to Scotland.<br/><br/>After checking when the next flight out was, he contacted the organization he worked for and filled his boss in on the situation. While he was not that pleased Azriel was going through with this, seemed to understand. If anything did go wrong, he was to contact him immediately. He would rather not see a repeat of Japan.<br/><br/>With that out of the way, Azriel began to pack his things.<br/><br/>----<br/>Disclaimer: The aforementioned emails were thought up on the fly for this rp. They could exist, yes, but know that the intent is to just add some flavor (if you can call it that... I'll leave that up to the reader...) to this post and nothing more. Always remember internet safety. That is all.