Marvin brought his hand up to her cheek and slid the back of his fingers against her skin, his fingertips lightly tracing the outline of her ear, “I will, Princess, I know what to do.” He moved slightly, getting ready to stand up, even though he wanted  nothing more than just laying down beside her, “I will go for the safe option tonight, so I need to prepare.” Marvin looked into her eyes with affection, “I will hurry, my love.”<br/><br/>He got up onto his feet, and started the preparations, moving around in the apartment. He put on his balaclava, and rolled it up, wearing it like a hat, and took on his coat. Then he grabbed a bundle of zip ties from a box and put them in his pocket together with a small black cotton bag. He then checked his gun, loaded, secured, and holstered it. Marvin knew that he couldn't fire this gun without risk of being found, it was a registred gun after all, he needed to find something else soon. And then he picked up his little black book, and looked for the name he had in mind.<br/><br/><em>Harry Santos, age 43, pedophile and a murderer. He got away with it because he had an alibi, logs showed he was logged into his work computer at the time of the murder, but Marvin knew he wasn't at work that day. A hooker had identified him as he left the building, but she refused to give a statement, illegal immigrant, and Marvin let her go, hoping that evidence would hold, it didn't.  Harry'd killed the kid after raping and torturing him, and now Harry had to pay. </em><br/><br/>Marvin returned into Sarahs room when he was ready to leave, sat down on the side of the bed, and kissed her goodbye. “Your gun is loaded, Princess, under the mattress, just in case you'll need it.”<br/><br/>With that, he got up onto his feet again, and made his way out onto the streets.<br/><br/><br/>