The man was smart she gave him that much, admitting it silently while she listened to what he had to say to her. Whoever this was he certainly knew what he was doing otherwise he would not have revealed the information he had just given her. So he wanted the man? This interested the Huntress and she eyed her targets again carefully. If this man was speaking to her, obviously he was aware of where she was â€“hence his little warning to her she supposed. The Huntress was always amused by warnings and hardly ever took them seriously. Let him try to mess with her, for she had connections of her own that wouldnâ€™t hesitate to snuff this mysterious caller out and drag him out of his hole before dismembering him in horrible ways. Sometimes her boss could be such a, well, such a bitch but then again in situations like this it was necessary.<br/><br/>In fact her boss was probably listening in to this conversation right now.<br/><br/>And men were so slimy and disgusting that they would do anything to get their way. Master manipulators that have crawled out of the very pits of hell just to use women, slimy bastards who are smooth talkers but end up slitting your throat; men indeed were disgusting. On the other hand, perhaps it would get her out of this filthy country as fast as possible. The Huntress really could not stand the warmer climate; she was use to the New England climate. It was a bit conflicting on her end, what she wanted to do, but in the end she knew this mystery caller could not be trusted.<br/><br/>â€œI donâ€™t care what you do with the man; heâ€™s of no importance to me. However, my daddy told me not to talk to strangers.â€ With that she ended the call and moved in a bit closer to her targets with her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger but she dared not get too close since she knew she could not strike now. They were moving towards the market. She dared this man to try and strike her down; in fact she had plans for that as well began to form slowly in her thoughts. Let the man strike, then take the girl from the man, then explain to the girl that they were hired by the man to take her back to her stepfather while he made off with the money. So many other possibilities were forming as well! It was all so interesting. But unfortunately the Huntress was running out of time. She had to get the girl before that man had a chance to strike. These strangers would not ruin her plans and they simply could not be trusted.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Even in the early hours Jerusalem was still a fairly lively city filled many sights and sounds that would catch the eye of any tourist out and about at this hour. Constantly, his eyes were searching for any signs of trouble, unable to shake the feeling that they were being followed while listening to Shizuâ€™s observations of the city. While it pleased him that she was curious about it and that her observations were correct and he didnâ€™t need to tell her twice â€“she seemed like a rather insightful little Oni- of that he could not afford to let his guard down. His expression was more neutral now, perhaps because he was looking at familiar scenery, but he was still very tense. If anything seemed even a little out of place he would strike without hesitation to ensure that Shizu was kept safe until the meeting. If whoever was following them proved to be troublesome then they needed to be eliminated. He had come too far to allow any failure. Failure was not an option.<br/><br/>And yet he felt he was escaping the inevitable. While Shizu was busy looking around at the different sights and sounds he shot a quick message to Elias to let him know he was being followed, praying that Ivan had arrived in Israel by now so they could take actions accordingly should more shit hit the fan. He was not going to take risks.<br/><br/>â€œJerusalem is a very old city, that is correct,â€ he replied softly, flashing a grin when he looked at her. It was better to ignore their tail for now; one it would not draw too much attention and whoever it was would be unaware that they knew and two it would hopefully keep them at least somewhat at ease. All focus would be on making these next few hours nice. Israel was nothing like Japan but he wondered if she would like to see some of the old markets and perhaps some of the other sights the city had to offer. He knew a great place where they could observe the Temple Mount from a distance without stepping on toes for getting too close to such a holy place not being of the proper religion. If possible he wanted to avoid going near there if he could observe from afar. There was a lot of history behind that place, and the city in general. Explaining Jerusalemâ€™s history would take awhile and there was a part of him that wanted to spill it all out at once.<br/><br/>He restrained himself, however, deciding to remain professional rather than ramble on about how much he knew about the city. Mostly he wanted her to learn for herself. So what if she didnâ€™t know Hebrewâ€¦ perhaps he could teach her the basics though the thought wasnâ€™t one that sat well considering he didnâ€™t really know Japanese well enough to give accurate translations. She would have to find someone who spoke both languages accurately, so for now he would act as her translator as well as her guide and body guard. He looked over to the food stands near the market for a moment, wondering if her mention of them was a hint she was hungry. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he looked back to her with another faint grin on his expression, nodding to confirm that the culture here was also very different.<br/><br/>â€œI feel that the cityâ€™s age is what makes it so wonderful,â€ he continued. It was obvious he loved talking about Jerusalem and perhaps Israel in general. Since he lived here perhaps that was to be expected but he did know some people who hated their home country. Ivan was not a fan of Russia, hence his move to Israel after the two of them bonded well as good friends and began this little private organization, if you want to call it that, they had going on. There was so much history behind this little organization similar to this city. â€œI am thirty years oldâ€¦ I have lived here all of my life and I never grow tired of this place. The history that is in not only Jerusalem but all of Israel as well as the Holy Land in general will flow through you no matter where you are. As a man who believes strongly in Christianity, I feel honored to have grown up in the holiest city in the world.â€ In those sentences alone, he has probably put more emotion than anything he has said before. He truly loved Israel.<br/><br/>For a moment he felt he was able to take his mind away from the task for a minute and bond with Shizu though the professional side of him was kicking him in the balls at the moment. He knew he should not bond with her further but he figured he couldnâ€™t escape the inevitable. It would truly be sad to see her go. There was an expression that fell over him, showing a bit of sadness for a moment, but he shook it away as quickly as it appeared. Always wanting to remain professional no matter what. And this was a matter that required it now more than ever, he told himself as his mind wandered to the two guns he had hidden.<br/><br/>Finally pulling his hand out of his pocket, with it he brought out his wallet. If making this moment memorable meant he would have to spend more money then so be it. Surely his reward for rescuing her would be satisfying. Then again nothing was more satisfying than making someone who was a prisoner all her life happy he reminded himself. â€œWould youâ€¦ like to take a look around at some of the shops and stands in the market?â€