Eric woke up the next morning to a news bulletin on the t.v. The body he had left was discovered, cause of death was unknown yet unnatural. Unnatural? He was getting sloppy... he knew the police would never be able to track him. He never left any prints, hair, or anything that could identify him. He was still nervous for some reason, like he had a feeling trouble was coming. He dismissed the idea as paranoia, knowing that such a thing was still really bad in this line of work. The male got dressed for the day (if you could count an open trench coat with no shirt under as dressed) and went down his apartments elevator. Once he was free from the building, the young man in black walked down the street strolling past the mundane, busy bodied people of the city. He turned into a corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. His cousins back home in Ireland hated this habit of his. He'd told them he'd quit smoking if they quit drinking... They all laughed at that knowing full well asking an Irishmen to stop drinking is asking a fish to stop needing water. After making his purchase, and ignoring the flirting of the young girl behind the counter, Eric went outside and leaned against the wall, lighting up and taking a puff. His blue eyes scanned the streets, he still had an uneasy feeling.