The tall russian stood outside the door of the bar,his face hard and intimidating, as if daring someone to try to enter. No one would of course, in addition to his intimidating presence, he flipped off all of the signs as well, so to a passerby the bar would look closed for business. Ivan was in a foul mood, he had come to handle this assassin turned rouge quickly, and now that the Irishman had made an escape, that was no longer possible. His associates were in there with the mark's friend, seeing what they could learn about him that they already didn't know.<br/><br/>The mark's name was Eric McCollough, he was an uprising assassin for the Russians, until he went rouge and killed one of their own. It was then that the boss called Ivan, who was a long time runner with a mob, with a history soaked with blood and reeking of death. He expected this job to be an easy one when they received a tip from a local bartender who had ties with some important people that the man still frequented his bar, giving rough estimates of when he would be known to come. Ivan clenched his hand and could still feel the spot where his knuckles had made contact with the Irishman's forehead before his friend intervened, buying him enough time to escape. It was just a matter of time before they got the information they sought after, they had ways of making people talk...