He woke to a soft knock at the door. Eyes opening quickly he stood up, cursing himself for sleeping in like he did. It was only 5am but he’d wanted to get an early start. Shaking his head he looked to the door when there was another knock wondering who would be knocking at that hour. Normally it would take a cup of coffee to wake him, not exactly good when in his line of work but not something he disliked either. When he woke startled or heard something unexpectedly on the other hand, he was wide awake and ready for whatever.<br/><br/>He could hear a small, almost too quite call for ‘room service’ on the other end but would they really be making the rounds that early? Checkout wasn’t until 9am. Moving slowly to his duffle he slipped his hand in fingers grasping the handle of a sharp short blade. He didn’t move his hand when the door slowly opened his face softening slightly when he saw a woman in the uniform of someone who worked there. He made it seem like he had been looking for something in his duffle when she walked in. She was lucky he did not have a gun out and pointed at the door or she would have had quite the scare when she opened the door.<br/><br/>She looked surprised to see him, long dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail, brown eyes widening in shock at his presence. “Oh pardon me. I can come back later. I didn’t hear a response so I assumed…”<br/><br/>“It’s alright. Give me a half an hour and I’ll be out. Sorry to have surprised you.” He said visibly relaxing though he kept himself alert. Flashing her his best smile he waited for her to leave when she didn’t he said; “Is there something else I can help you with?”<br/><br/>“No, I was just… To be honest I was hoping you would remain asleep for this part.”<br/><br/>“What are you?” He started when he saw her pull out a Glock 17 with a silencer from the cart behind her. She was too close he noted and his reflexes took over, knocking the gun out of her hand before wrapping his arm around her throat the one arm holding her so she couldn’t escape. She coughed and chocked her body struggling to get free but he held on. When her body went limp he let it drop. So it seemed he wasn’t the only player in town. Muttering under his breath he pulled the cart into the room and closed the door. No one had seemed to notice the ruckus and he was relieved about that.<br/><br/>He looked down at her and shook his head. She really wasn’t very good at this and in some ways he was sad to see her go. She might have had potential, maybe. Shaking his head he pulled out some clean clothes and took a shower, using the shampoo and conditioner provided along with the soap. His lean muscular pale body slowly relaxing beneath the heat of the water. There were scars littered here and there. Some from stabbings some from gun shots, the worst was on his lower back, a burn mark; brand actually, from when he was in a not so friendly country.<br/><br/>Finishing up in about 10 minutes he dried his jaw length light brown hair and threw a fresh pair of underwear, white socks and a different set of new clothes. Throwing the rest in his duffle he looked at the dead girl on his floor. He’d have to clean it up. Daylight would be more difficult but he could manage. He got lucky, he’d managed to hold onto her hands so she could not scratch him. That would have been an even bigger pain to clean up. Moving quickly he was out of the, now clean room and checked out in 15 minutes. Disposing of the body a few miles out of town on some back road no one seemed to travel on. It wasn’t pretty but it got the job done and he’d left no evidence to suggest he was involved so there was that.<br/><br/>Slipping behind the wheel he drove to Tequilla’s place and parked his car next to her jeep. He noted all the animals in the yard and was thankful he had not tried anything the night before. This place was not going to be easy. He walked to the front door and was about to knock when she nearly barreled into him. “Whoa, hi. Tequilla I presume?” He said holding them both steady for a moment before backing away.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat he said, “Sorry, I was just about to knock. I didn’t mean to…I came about this.” He said quickly holding up her wallet. He was sounding like a bumbling fool, but that was what he was going for at the moment. “The barkeep told me it was yours. I was heading this way anyway to take a look at that house down the road and said I’d drop it off. I can move if you’re in a hurry.” He said quickly before stepping back to make room for her if she needed it.