<span style="font-style: italic">Inside the package was a delicate-looking jewelry box etched carefully with a custom design on the lid that had a lock on it. The small, silver key was attached to the box by a small, red string that looked easy to break. Once it was opened, it was revealed to contain what all jewelry boxes held: jewelry. There was a lot of it and it looked expensive as hell; it probably amounted to a few thousand dollars worth maybe even more. There was also, in a hidden compartment, a pocket watch with the initials MV engraved on the back of it. </span><br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>After a few moments passed and no taxi in sight he decided to head back to his car since he had calmed down enough and that horrible memory finally faded from his mind. When he returned he discovered that the woman was not there and immediately felt relieved, the tension in his body relaxing some. Though he knew that he probably should have helped her, and he could have gotten the package, he really didnâ€™t want to deal with her especially after that. It was better that he just called it a night and dealt with all the shit that was about to go down in the morning. He got back in the car and sat with his forehead against the steering wheel for a good minute or so before he finally fastened his seatbelt and drove then off to go back home.<br/><br/>What intrigued him the most was that she had mentioned Roy; did she know Roy? Since he and Jonah had given him this little assignment it wouldnâ€™t be all that surprising but he still could not help but wonder. There was definitely something more to this and he had a feeling that he wasnâ€™t just hired because he was an expendable hitman.<br/><br/>Those two would have a few questions to answer for him once he contacted him in the morning, he thought to himself. Usually when he took up these missions he never pried into the personal lives and such of the people who hired him but something about this one was not feeling right. His mind might have been set on this mission but his conscience was telling him to just forget about this and find something else that would pay just as well. If he did he would have to do it fast enough that it would seem like a damn good deal. With a career like this, you never know what youâ€™ll find, so he knew that was probably impossible. There really might not be any way out of this and if that was the case then the reward had better be as good as they promised him.<br/><br/>Once he got back to his apartment he pulled out a bottle of wine from the cupboard. A few more drinks before bed wouldnâ€™t hurt anything. He drank down a few shots before finally heading to bed. Stripping down to his underwear, he placed his gun under his pillow and then got as comfortable as he could under the covers, laying with one arm under the pillow, hand on top of the gun. He was pretty exhausted right now, and thanks to the alcohol in his system sleep was finding him easier than it would have had there not been.<br/><br/>But even though sleep found him quickly, his dreams were not that pleasant. Nightmares were a pretty common thing for him; it seems they have decided to haunt him tonight, his dreams filled with that horrible memory.