After he said his brief good byes to Azrael and Han he decided he would walk home as well. A yawn left him while he stood from his seat; the coffee was beginning to wear off so this was the perfect time to end their little meeting. It would be a lie if Lobo said that he would miss the Padre should he truly prove to be incompetent. He might have respected the man but if he had to go then he had no qualms taking him out should he prove that he was incompetent. Thoughts were already beginning to run through his mind as he walked the sidewalk he had become so familiar with since he joined the Brotherhood. Some things never did change. To anyone else out this late, who met his gaze while they crossed paths, he probably looked like an angry insomniac but there was just so much going through his mind it was almost ridiculous.<br/><br/>Once he was home he called and left Amy a message briefly telling her what was going on and that she was to meet him first thing in the morning. It went straight to voicemail, which meant she was asleep like he had expected. Soon her little luxury would be wiped out from under her feet and she would learn that there was a lot more to the Brotherhood. There was a bit of excitement, a smirk touching his lips, while he thought of it. Maybe there was even a hint of cruelty in that smirk as well since he knew that she was inexperienced and that this mission might not quite be a good one for her skill level to start her off on. But experience was the best teacher, after all, and he knew he couldnâ€™t babysit her forever; hopefully she was aware of this as well.<br/><br/>Glad to finally be able to get back to sleep, he muttered a prayer to himself. Every night he would utter the same prayer before he went to be, ever since he was little. His mother had taught it to him before she passed away. She had always been such a kind woman, if only he had that kindness in him as well he wondered some days, whenever he felt he was at his limits.<br/><br/>Lobo crawled into bed and lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Despite being tired he wanted to squeeze another minute in to make sure that the mission was drilled into his mind and he would not miss anything. The faces of the bodyguardsâ€¦ the time of the partyâ€¦ what he was going to tell Amy once he met up with her. It was all there in his mind. That was one of the things that made Lobo such a valuable member. Once he was given a mission he always remembered every detail. He took in a deep breath, closing his eyes, clearing his mind so that only the mission remained. Thoughts of the mission even drifted into his slumber, while he slept.