If she was truly satisfied then he would be satisfied as well knowing that she could be a bit more relaxed since she had more freedom and didnâ€™t have to worry too much about being found out. He wanted her to be more confident; he wanted her to know that she was truly free to make her own decisions without his help. It would definitely help them in leaving Japan. Perhaps those men from earlier were probably still looking for a woman in a kimonoâ€¦ which reminded him he should probably change his own clothes but he would do that once he was back to the hotel. Even though he had changed this morning, he was often the kind of man who took precautions. He had packed enough clothes for about a week, so he wouldnâ€™t have much trouble picking something out. However, as far as doing anything with his hair, that was out of the question since it was far too short to be placed in a pony tail or anything. Not that he would do such a thing anyway.<br/><br/>In his opinion it was just plain queer for a man to tie his hair back or put any hair accessories and it was something else he would not be caught dead doing. Call it pride, call it what you will. He simply refused to have long hair and honestly never understood why men allowed their hair to become as long as a womanâ€™s. Maybe he was a bit odd in that sense, especially since he grew up in a strict Jewish household where their laws were absolute, but every day it became more and more evident that everyone was weird in some way. Not that he was saying Shizu was weird, of course; her way of thinking was understandable as she was not use to it. He respected it. And when she said she felt a little more â€˜normalâ€™ despite still getting use to the clothes he couldnâ€™t help but be somewhat amused and grin faintly. Perhaps this really was going in the right direction after all, and that made him feel good. It was indeed nice to do things for people instead of hunting someone down, traumatizing them, and then killing them.<br/><br/>He decided right then and there that he was going to leave out, at least for the time being, that he was actually a hit man and didnâ€™t usually work as a body guard. It was something that was best saved for a later time, or maybe he wouldnâ€™t even mention it at all since this day seemed to be going rather well despite what happened earlier.<br/><br/>At the mention of who exactly the person that had asked him to rescue her was, he couldnâ€™t help but frown a bit in thought. Honestly, he really didnâ€™t know who it wasâ€¦ â€œI apologize, but I do not know exactly who it was thatâ€¦ asked me to come to your rescue. One morning I found a note in my mailbox requesting that I come rescue you, with your picture and a general location of where you would be.â€ He paused a moment. The apology in his tone was perhaps a bit too strong for his liking, but honestly he had been rather curious about it as well. No name was mentioned at the end of the note, nor was there anything hinting as to where he could find this person once he returned to Israel. That being said, he wasnâ€™t even sure if this person was even living in Israel or the Middle East in general; he or she could be European, American, or perhaps someone who lived right here in Japan.<br/><br/>Concern was brought up on his end as well. Perhaps he was just being set up by those people in the village? That would, however, be impossible considering that he was a foreigner and does not visit Japan often. Then again word of his rather interesting reputation could have very well spread quickly and someone obviously sought him out. Maybe this was a challenge by someone in the village who wanted her out of there, but everyone seemed to be just as unaware of the modern world as she had been, having been living there, locked away, all of their lives. There were just so many possibilities swimming through his mind that he was pretty deep in thought, silent, for awhile until they reached the post office.<br/><br/>At first everything went smoothly, they had gotten the items without any trouble at all, and he had sent a message back to his contact saying so assuming the man had not gone back to sleep. He handed the passport and ID card to Shizu carefully, grinning a bit. â€œAs I have said, I know reliable people. Feel free to examine it and if it is not to your liking feel free to say so.â€ He knew there was no time to make another one, but he figured he would be reassuring telling her that it could always be changed later on if she was displeased with it. As he always did, he knew he would have to thank his contact later though he knew it was probably not needed. The man was always more than willing to help, and vice versa, so â€˜thank yousâ€™ were hardly ever exchanged like they were when they had first started working together. It just wasnâ€™t needed as much since itâ€™s been established they could count on the other to get done what needed to be done. Still, he couldnâ€™t help but show that he indeed appreciate the work he did.<br/><br/>When they were about to leave, he noticed there was a patrol car outside. His entire body tensed as a few possibilities popped into his somewhat paranoid mind: could these false documents been found out so early? Could the dead man have been traced back to him by some witness? Perhaps he was just being paranoid and the cop was just out for a stroll. Either way, he didnâ€™t know a damn thing about how law enforcement worked in Japan and he did not want to stick around to find out. He quickly gave Shizu a look that suggested they should leave and slipped out the door while the police man was not looking their way, exhaling softly with a hint of relief once they were outside. One thing out of the way, much more to go he told himself.<br/><br/>This was starting to become harder and harder by the minute, but at the same time that was why he loved this job so much. He was not much of a thrill seeker, but there was something about this job that tended to bring that out in him a bit more. It was probably the part of him that was a cold hearted killer. But even then it still felt goodâ€¦ like he was alive, whenever he did illegal things. It was all quite ironic since he had worked for the military for so long. Perhaps it really did make him feel good to help someone, or perhaps it really was the money involved that was driving him. Whatever it was he kept daring those men to come back again. At the same time being out for blood now wouldnâ€™t get them out of Japan any quicker. The next step was finding the fastest ride out of here so they wouldnâ€™t actually end up being stuck in Japan for more than a few days more.<br/><br/>He quickly sent another message to his contact, requesting that he find them the next flight out of Japan that is to leave for Tel Aviv, and then looked to Shizu once they got a bit closer to the hotel. He could feel his craving for alcohol rise up again, reminding him he had a bottle of wine waiting for him back in the room. â€œShizu,â€ he said softly once another question popped up, â€œare youâ€¦ nervous about leaving Japan at all? I realize this might be an obvious question, but I cannot help being somewhat curious.â€