Azriel was relieved to finally arrive at the Op Center. It was hard to put into words how nervous that Syrian checkpoint had made him. Many years on the job, and he never got use to it. Something about the way that man looked at the two of them was different than the other checkpoints he had passed coming to the city.<br/><br/>He listened to what information Farid had for him before he looked everything over meticulously for himself.<br/><br/>The amount of work put into this stuff never failed to impress him. The amount that got accomplished when people were working together was such a wonderful thing, especially when this much effort was made. It showed just how serious this mission was. He was excited to begin, and it was difficult to keep it from showing on his face. He did the best he could to keep a look of approval on his face.<br/><br/>“I am… assuming you want this done as soon as possible. How soon exactly?” Azriel asked. He wasn’t fully prepared at the moment, saying that he was would be a bit overconfident he felt. But give him a few days, or perhaps even just twenty-four hours if it came down to that, then he would have the job done. No matter what information was there, what was told to him, he would always be in the mindset that he needed to get this done quickly. The quicker he was in and out, the better.<br/><br/>Which lead him to his next question: “If I were to… kill him while he was out for a swim, about how wide is my window?” The answer was probably there, but he wanted to hear it. “Lastly, which room has the best view?” Another thing he wanted to hear, he could probably find in the information. He also wanted to take a look around himself. This was just for convenience sake, just in case they didn’t have a lot of time.<br/><br/>Azriel fell silent after that. He wasn’t one to bombard people with questions.<br/><br/>As soon as he had what he needed, he was more than prepared to do his job.