He softly swore at himself as he waited for the patrol to pass. He slipped into the room and paused, misgivings coming over him, but he forced it away from his mind as best he could, though he couldn't help but take a second glance at the bed, ensuring that the target was in the bed, before heading across the room. He glanced again, before freezing in surprise, which quickly turned to horror, as the target and the wife had had their throats slit already. It wasn't that they were dead, but that someone had beaten them here, and suddenly the entire mission was a delayed blast fireball under him. He could almost feel time slipping past him as he headed to the bed, before giving the male a cursory check to ensure that the necklace was gone. If it was, he began checking the room and the adjacent one, knowing he was on borrowed time already, but he was a professional, and would see the damn job through.<br/><br/>(perception d20+13 [20]<br/>stealth d20+12 [20])