"That's right, we're assasins, as well as mercenaries depending on the job, but lately business has been extremely slow." Hydra replied, adjusting himself into something like a sitting position, though he still towered over Rez. His eighteen eyes examined the weasel casually, not much expression showing in them. "What were you doing up there?" the question came, not voiced by Hydra but by the eerie echoing and whisper-like voice of his partner. Phantasm's eyes bored into the weasel from her perch on the edge of the roof.