When they approached what was possibly the dirtiest end of town a few childhood memories flooded into his mind. There had been a time where he didnâ€™t have a lot of money, where lived on the streets as an orphan, whenever he entered these sections no matter where he was memories always came back to him.  Before getting too lost in those horrible memories, he pushed them aside and focused on following the woman. Surely this was not where she lived, he wondered to himself as he parked his car a few houses down and waited for her to leave again once she stopped. The woman and the kid then walked up to a filthy house, where she was for a fairly long time and he began to wonder if he should get out of the car. When she was on the move for what he hoped was the final time he waited a few seconds again before following her.<br/><br/>He could feel his impatience beginning to settle in, he had to get this over with before it got the best of him, and at the same time he could feel himself fall deeper into his murderous demeanor the more he thought about getting the job done. To calm his impatience he took a deep breath and relaxed a bit more in his seat, taking a sip of his tea when they reached a red light. He hadnâ€™t meant to but he exchanged gazes with the man standing on the street next to his car, but the stranger stopped whatever he had been doing and shrank back a bit at the look in his eyes.<br/><br/>After a few more blocks at last they reached the womanâ€™s place of residence. When she pulled into the parking lot, he circled around the block once and then decided to park in the lot behind the apartment building. Apartments were always harder to get into than houses, and he took a moment to think about how he was going to go about this without drawing too much attention. Working alone had its pros and cons, and while he did prefer to work alone this was one of those few times where he wished he had some company to provide cover in case someone were to become suspicious. He waited a good ten minutes before he finally left his car, tucking his gun under his jacket. There was a folded piece of paper with the womanâ€™s apartment number written on it, which he tucked in his pocket before he locked his car and approached the building at a casual pace.<br/><br/>The halls of the building were quiet, much to his relief, which made his job easier since he didnâ€™t have to convince someone he wasnâ€™t some creep. He knew how nosey neighbors could be, living in an apartment himself. Once he found the womanâ€™s apartment, he checked the door. It was unlocked so he cracked the door slightly, as quietly as he could.<br/><br/>Inside it was quiet and the lights were kept dim. He guessed that some of them were motion activated and made a note to be extra careful when moving about. Cracking the door a little more, he was almost inside when he spotted a kitten approaching him. It was purring loudly, looked soaking wet probably from a bath, and even meowed at him. His jaw tensed as he looked at the animal. While he did have a soft spot for animals, having one present when he was trying to get something done could prove to be troublesome, a distraction. Lightly, he pushed the kitten away from him with the side of his foot, trying to get it to go away but it was a persistent little thing and thought he just wanted to play with it. Damn it he didnâ€™t have time for this! And what made things worse was the fact that he heard a noise from the bathroom.<br/><br/>Quietly closing the door behind him, he found a nearby closet that had a few coats hanged up and some other things stored in there and hid in it. Then he pulled his gun out of its holster and waited for the right moment to strike.