Quintin yawned and sat up, this town had not been so bad to him. the Hound archon patted the side of the human woman who'd shared his bed that evening, kissing her gently on the cheek, he brushed her hair aside. "did you enjoy it?" she simply sighed contentidly. well she's wanted an in depth interview, and this reporter had gotten his best.<br/>He called her a breakfast ate his own, kissed her again and got dressed.<br/>White leather vest and pants, steel toe boots. he was acclimating to Ayato's culture amazingly well, even if he kept his innate Goodness. he wondered for a moment wether to go for another round, but eventually decided against it.<br/><br/>The band would meet up that night as they always did, at some bar and play the night away.<br/>but for now he had an entire day to kill, and some bounties to hunt.<br/><br/>He looked over the list, he'd compiled backgrounds on each bounty, kept tabs. today a few hits were out on the O.O. low level members, according to his files most were petty thugs and hitmen. "that's the thing about hitmen... you never feel bad about collecting"<br/>he simply walked to the first target's home, it was raining slightly, and it was looking to be a beautiful day, calm, cool, like the skys cried a little for Ayato being controlled by such thugs. Then again Quintin thought every day was beautiful in it's own way. he even gave a few gold to a man begging on the corner, nodded with a smile and continued on.<br/>When he reached the target's home, it was not well defended, couple of thugs standing outside. Quintin jumped up and climbed the fire escape to the appropate floor, he could have flown but that attraced onlookers. when the reached the man's floor, he could see him in the window, some old overweight man in a suit, he was at his laptop, punching in runes, counting cash.<br/>Quintin lined up a shot, he knew where it was going to hit, before he aimed. one does not aim a bow with a sharp eye alone, you had to have the feel for it, know the varibles.<br/>the shot hit home like a lightning bolt. and he was off.