“I suppose a meal would help me relax,” Azriel said. Now that he thought of it, he hasn't really eaten anything since he entered the country other than something small to hold him over. “It is as you say, Farid. I… wish to get a feel for the city before I carry out my task. My apologies for being so hasty. I share your sentiments on wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible.” He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and closed his eyes for a moment, letting everything sink in again. The pictures he was shown were slowly becoming etched into his mind.<br/><br/>He thought for a moment, then continued, “A six hour window is plenty of time for me to get the job done, whatever decision I make, I assure you.” A nod was given for reassurance. They had confidence in his abilities, as did he.<br/><br/>Azriel took a step back, looking away from the files for the first time. He met Farid’s eye, “I believe two or three weeks should be enough time for me.” Truth be told, was sticking to wanting to be in and out as quickly as possible. It was true that a lot could happen within two or three weeks, or even two or three days. If something did come up, he’d adjust accordingly. He had the tools and if he didn’t have faith in utilizing them he might as well be terminated right where he stood.<br/><br/>“I have one more question,” Azriel said. “Where can I find some liquor?” He wasn’t expecting much, but damn he needed something. These next few weeks were going be long. If he could find something to make it that much more bearable, he would he happy. Well, as happy as one could get during such times anyway.