It was amazing evening seemed to crawl in faster than the blink of an eye. The three of them had talked quite a lot about what was going on, why things got screwed up, changing up tactics and finding a new way to approach the woman and get the package. Time sure does fly. Now it was around six oâ€™clock and he was stuck driving the man they hired to repair the window to the womanâ€™s apartment. Before he left Roy mentioned that the plan was that the window repair man was to keep an eye out for the package while he repaired the window. The window was to be rigged so it could be easily broken again. If he found the package he was to inform them it was there, so that when they came to retrieve it they would have easy access into the apartment.<br/><br/>For about two years he has been a hitman and not once has he had a job go wrong where he was stopped from killing someone and then told to go after them again. Life in the military had been a lot easier. He did what he was told, lived a fairly structured life without much frustration, it was nice to serve his country even if it could get pretty hectic sometimes. When the time came for him to be done with the military life he had been pretty reluctant to leave but adjusted to a different lifestyle in about a year or so. Now things were a lot more unpredictable and while he didnâ€™t mind this career choice of his it could be stressful and frustrating sometimes just like any other job. Sometimes he wished he could go back to the military.<br/><br/>Arriving at the apartment complex he parked in the same lot he had before and let the repairman out, telling him to be back in exactly one hour. The guy gave him a nod before he took the new piece of replacement glass from the trunk but he seemed so nonchalant. One hour was plenty of time for the guy to get was needed done but at the same time he couldnâ€™t help but wonder if the man would take longer. Reliable people were hard to come by these days.<br/><br/>He let the car idle and turned the radio on, keeping the volume low like he always did, then sank back in his seat to relax a bit while he waited. Sometimes he wished he had a few CDs he could throw in, the music on the radio was not really his taste but it was better than nothing. He decided that it was more annoying than relaxing and shut it off. The only noise in the car was the idling engine. After about ten minutes went by he decided to head over to a nearby convenience store to grab something to drink and to kill some time so the boredom of waiting didnâ€™t dive him up a wall. There was still some time to kill when he was finished, but he just parked in the same spot as before. As soon as he did he noticed something interesting.<br/><br/>There was someone else walking towards the apartment building; from the looks of things the man was carrying something. He couldnâ€™t tell if it was a gun or not but either way he knew it wasnâ€™t anything good. In the back of his mind he hoped that this person was not looking to cause any trouble. Perhaps he was also after the woman, looking to kill her, though he wouldnâ€™t know why. Was this package really something that important? And where the hell was the window guy at, that hour was pretty close to being up.