When he was first brought into the office he knew oh too well, Azriel had been more than prepared to hear out whatever task they had for him. Since he was recruited into the Soldiers of Christ, he has always done whatever was asked of him without question. He has built a reputation of being a reliable asset, and being good at his job. Each and every time he is given a task he has shown his unwavering loyalty to Zachariah’s cause.<br/><br/>He had been silent throughout the entire briefing, nodding every now and then to show he was following along. Everything that was being told to him was etched into his mind, and everything being handed to him was looked over with the same enthusiasm. Considering the nature of the mission, and how he was being told to keep this between the three of them, nobody else, he wanted to be sure he got everything. He could not afford being told any of this information twice.<br/><br/>This was just another job, right? Wrong.<br/><br/>Azriel examined the photograph of the target carefully, and only then was he aware why Oz had been so concerned. “Him?” The hesitant look in his eyes did not go unnoticed by the others in the room.<br/><br/>“I understand,” he said slowly after a long silence, taking some time to think this over. “I… accept this task.” Despite his hesitation, he sounded confident. They could have chosen anyone for this task; there were plenty of skilled assassins at the Soldiers’ disposal. Yet he knew Zachariah had summoned him because he believed in him, and trusted in his ability to get the job done. He wasn’t going to let the Soldiers down, for he was one of God’s chosen warriors.<br/><br/>“Best of luck to you, Mr Topçu.”<br/><br/>Azriel took Zachariah’s hand firmly, taking in a deep breath, “You have my word. I shall… personally deliver<span style="font-style: italic">The Lion’s</span>head to you on a silver plate.” He had a feeling he was going to need all the luck he could get.<br/><br/>“Your enthusiasm is exactly why I have faith in you. But, again, we do not want you compromised, if anything happens, anything at all, I will be contacted. And, if I see it fit, you will be terminated. This is nonnegotiable.”<br/><br/>“Understood. I have no further questions, and shall depart immediately.”<br/><br/>Azriel gave both men looks that said he completely understood just how important it was that he  He then gathered his things and left the office without another word. He questioned whether or not he had jumped into this too recklessly. The President of Syria was indeed a high value target in that this was not going to be like any of his previous missions at all. But he was willing to go ahead with it because it would mean something, a small change at first, leading to something much greater.<br/><br/>As he walked to where he was parked, he pulled out his cell phone and pressed one of the numbers he had on speed dial.<br/><br/>The person on the other line picked up after the second ring, and before he could talk, Azriel said, “I am a little busy today. Could you… do me a favor and pick up my dry cleaning?”<br/><br/>Silence at first, then, “Sure, no problem. Where shall I meet you?<br/><br/>Azriel gave a location and ended the call quickly.<br/><br/>He returned home to his apartment in West Jerusalem shortly after. It was just a quick stop before he went to catch the ferry. Immediately, he went to the spare bedroom, which he used as storage space, and removed his Desert Eagle from his person. After the gun was placed in the safe, he decided to grab one change of clothes. He was going to buy clothing once he was in Turkey, but figured he should bring along something extra to be prepared.<br/><br/>With everything situated, he set out to meet the man he had contacted, a fellow Soldier, who would serve as his ride out to Ashdod. He was a few blocks away. Azriel didn’t want to take his own car, so he walked the distance.<br/><br/>“Any stops along the way?” The man asked once Azriel gave him brief instructions.<br/><br/>Azriel thought for a moment, but then shook his head, “No.”<br/><br/>The rest of the ride was silent, which was something he was always grateful for. No questions were asked whenever he called upon this man to take him somewhere. They both knew the rules Zachariah had in place, and always followed them. It was also a good time to go over the objective, and figure out how to go forward once each location was reached and the appropriate people contacted accordingly.<br/><br/>A few hours later, Azriel caught the ferry and headed into Cyprus. This was where the real journey was about to begin. He spent the night in Limassol, and caught the earliest bus into Larnaca the next morning. Both the bus and hotel fee was paid in cash.<br/><br/>Once he reached the locker and picked up his things in the locker, he set off for Turkey.