The commotion outside caused Azriel to wince slightly. He knew that he would be running on a tight schedule, but he should have realized just how tight. Farid had been absolutely right. With the way things were, two weeks was far too much time, especially for someone with his level of skill. He was not amateur and did not wish to give off such an impression. It would hurt his reputation if he was thought to be screwing around.<br/><br/>He decided to cut his time in half, just for a rough estimate. It would give him some wiggle room in case something came up that prevented him from carrying out his task.<br/><br/>The next few days were spent getting a feel for the city as a whole. He kept his papers and equipment with him, to ensure that his cover was not blown, mostly asking questions about the war. While he did that, he spoke with the surveillance team. He would need to form a strategy and wanted to get a feel for how these men operated. He mostly walked the areas closest to the vantage points, figuring out which one he preferred. He never stayed for too long.<br/><br/>Azriel grew to strongly dislike this city as much as the other soldiers did. There were days where he had to push himself to go outside, worried that he might look at someone the wrong way and get caught and interrogated. This has proven to be a lot more intense than anything he has ever done before. That was the thrill of it, he supposed. Underneath his wariness, he was giddy and itching to take his target out.<br/><br/>Four days. After four days, he decided he needed to act quickly as the city grew more and more tense. There have been a few more attacks in that time, providing a sort of signal to him that said: ‘Move. Now. Before the opportunity is lost.’. The location in Mount Mezzah was where he would carry out his task. He thought it over on the third day, after he made his rounds so to speak. It just seemed perfect, or maybe it was because he liked the challenge.<br/><br/>It was almost the middle of the afternoon. He was to meet up with the team for any last minute assessments, in case something had happened, before he ran off. This was a task he dared not attempt alone. Things only seem to have gotten rougher and he needed some extra eyes and ears.<br/><br/>“I will… meet you at fourteen-hundred hours,” Azriel told Farid over the phone, looking out to the city, while he was on one of his walks. A little earlier than they had discussed in a prior conversation, it just seemed to work out that way. “I… hope this change of plans does not interfere with whatever business you might be attending to.”