The threats she made meant absolutely nothing to him but he couldnâ€™t help but give her some credit for being as strong as she was. Had they met under different circumstances he would have been more than happy to toss her a compliment. It was amusing that she was so worried about him harming the kitten though but he was not going to tell her that the little animal was safe. The world needed more people like her, more people willing to stand up for themselves, but he wasnâ€™t going to think about that now. He was sent here to kill her, not let his mind wander to unimportant things that proved to be distractions that hindered him, and so he was going to do just that. Unfortunately now that his hands were around her throat, the thought of killing her had latched itself onto his thoughts and he almost didnâ€™t care about the package.<br/><br/>Perhaps he envied her bravery and wanted her to be afraid of him, but that wouldnâ€™t be like him.<br/><br/>He pressed down on her throat a bit more, his entire countenance continuing to reveal a cold and detached killer. What did get his attention a little was that from what she told him she was telling the truth about not knowing anything. That much was also evident in her behavior; if she had something to hide she would probably be a little more terrified than this and would be begging for him to spare her life. Something that he has learned from experience was that they were weakest when they had something to hide. Even the toughest ones, eventually they would rather die than give up what they knew. This woman was showing him no signs of that unless he was curious about her past which he was not. Her past was completely irrelevant to his task and he could care less about it.<br/><br/>Suddenly, there was a large crash that sounded like glass breaking. The kitten came back into the room and quietly slipped under the bed as another man entered the room, gun aimed at him. â€œLet her go,â€ the man said in a stern voice. He was a well built man who appeared to be in his late forties with a deep voice and he was also someone that he knew well. If he had to hazard a guess, he would say the man crawled in through the now shattered window after realizing the door was locked. â€œI wonâ€™t ask again, let her go. Sheâ€™s not the one, youâ€™ve been misinformed,â€ the man spoke again. Anyone could tell from the look in his eyes that he was ready to use that gun if he refused to listen to him. â€œAnd besides, the damn thingâ€™s not here anyway.â€<br/><br/>Carefully he eyed the man, gaze wandering from the manâ€™s face to the gun that was still aimed at him. How the hell did he know where he was? He had taken on this job alone just like he did any other time so there was no way he would know where to look for him. Perhaps there was something more to this assignment, something he had not been informed about; why else would the man say he had been misinformed. He was still on top of the woman while he allowed these thought to linger in his mind a bit but he was brought back down to Earth quickly when the man cocked the gun. Slowly, he got off the woman, â€œGo outside and wait for me,â€ the man spoke again after giving a sigh of relief, holstering his gun since things went smoother than he expected. Giving the man a silent nod he left the bedroom to go sit on the couch in the living room.<br/><br/>â€œI apologize for that, miss,â€ the man spoke up once more before he turned to leave the room, â€œWeâ€™ll be taking out leave now.â€ When a thought hit him he turned to look over his shoulder, â€œForget you ever saw us or I can promise it wouldnâ€™t end well for you. Your window will be replaced because I consider myself a nice guy, but if I find authorities have been called I will personally come and dispose of you.â€ There was a dark look in his eyes to let the woman know that he was not just some petty creep screwing around and making idle threats to scare her.