Five hours had passed since he and the man had left the womanâ€™s apartment. During that time he didnâ€™t get much sleep at all, still fairly restless as there were quite a few thoughts running through his mind currently. Just what the hell was going on? How the hell had he been misinformed about something like this? Ever since he began this life there have not been that many instances where he had been misinformed about something and it wasnâ€™t really sitting well with him at all. He paced the living room a bit with a wine bottle in his hand while the man who had come to get him spoke with the contact he had spoken with the other day. They had been speaking with each other for the past two hours now and from the sound of things the conversation was not a friendly one.<br/><br/>There was not any yelling but they seemed rather tense and he did not like the fact that he was being left out. If anything he had every right to be informed because he was the one who was hired to do the job.<br/><br/>Whenever people thought of him as just some psychotic who enjoyed killing people it bothered him slightly though he was never really sure why. Part of him had a feeling that was exactly what these men thought of him even if the man who came to get him was someone he has worked with before, a few times actually. If that was the case then this just got interesting. Killing, to him, was just a job, there was a lot more to him than that. Normally he didnâ€™t care what others thought but that was something that always seemed to bug him. He never really mentioned it of course but the thought was always there in the back of his mind, sometimes his mind wandered to odd thoughts and he tended to over think things whenever the situation he was in was either stressful or something he was not use to or liked very much.<br/><br/>The two men fell silent suddenly and walked into the room where he was. â€œSorry about that, Azrai. I donâ€™t know what happened back there, but it seems the woman didnâ€™t have the package,â€ Roy, the contact, said sounding somewhat apologetic. â€œShe was supposed to have it but somehow she didnâ€™t receive it, or the fucking delivery people are late as usual. In fact Iâ€™ll bet theyâ€™re not late and they delivered it to the wrong address.â€ Despite being somewhat apologetic he was also pretty damn pissed off about all this though he didnâ€™t blame him.  All three men were not happy about this at all.<br/><br/>â€œFinding a way to fix this is going to be a pain in the ass,â€ Jonah, the man who crashed through the window replied before Azrai could say anything.<br/><br/>â€œNo shit, Sherlock! And we have to replace that window thanks to you not being able to pick a lock.â€<br/><br/>â€œThe door had a chain on it, and if you hear me out, Iâ€™ve got a plan to get the package.â€ Both Azrai and Roy listened intently, mostly Azrai. Though he was not as in the loop as the two men, he was still hired to do a job and wouldnâ€™t leave until he was paid even if the information had not been correct. That was all he really cared about at the moment anyway, getting his payment and then leaving. This hitman job was really his only source of income now. On the other hand he really had no problems killing anyone, and if this woman truly had to die so that these people can get that jewelry box and he gets his money then so be it. Jonah continued, â€œWe wait until the evening before we send someone to repair the window, then we head in and see where she is keeping the package, if she really does have it. Iâ€™m doubtful but it doesnâ€™t hurt to look.â€