Loneliness suited him just fine, though on occasions like the current night, he would have gladly paid a million bucks for a cheerful company. Cheerful. He chuckled at his wording and sipped his late night cup of coffee, probably his fifteenth or sixteenth. Quitting the habit of smoking made him more coffee-crazed than before. The caffeine allowed him stay on edge, and while that was a blessing on occasions, most of the time, he found himself being jumpy (read â€œparanoidâ€) without reason. At least the nicotine only wrecked havoc on his lungs, not on his calm persona. More than often, Han would find himself pondering whether giving up smoking was the better choice. Not on this night; tonight, caffeine served him well.<br/>He strolled towards the conference table, trailing his fingers along the intricate pattern of the sign of the brotherhood etched on the center of the table: The Celtic cross. In a few minutes from now, two of the seats will be filled by two of the most dangerous assassins of entire Sanctorum. Han personally loved working alone, but on this mission, he thought it's best to pair them up. What a pair it would be -two brazen, cold-hearted, utterly unsociable people working side-by-side. He straightened his tie and took another long sip, draining the cup. As the last dregs of the black liquid trickled down his throats, his eyes fell on the CCTV, on Screen 4. There he was, walking like an automaton, in precise, careful but easy footsteps.<br/>He took out his blackberry and speed-dialed 4.<br/>â€œLobo, we might need you.â€ He didnâ€™t care for a reply. He knew the number always went straight to voice mail.<br/>He was watching the screen carefully. He didn't need to glance at the small digital clock ticking on the bottom right corner of each screen. Han knew this guy was exactly five minutes early. As he saw him come to halt outside his door, he took a small remote out of his pocket and punched in five numbers. The solid-steeled, seven inch thick door, designed to withstand even a rocket-launcher, started to slide up.<br/>"God has shown you the path, my child. It is up to you to take it." He murmured to himself and placed the cup of coffee near the decanter. He would need several more before the nights over.