Takeshi walked calmly out, picture in one hand and briefcase in the other.  He paused long enough to toss the briefcase into the back seat of the car before taking advantage of the mansion's wireless connection to identify then locate his target.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...."  He murmured to himself, taking a mental inventory of what he'd need to get the job done.  Fortunately for him, and unfortunately for the target, she lived in a small house in a cozy neighborhood.  Apparently, her neighbors had no idea what she really did for a living, or if they did, they didn't seem to care.<br/><br/>Humming happily to himself, he was able to pull up both the address and directions.  This was going to be one of the easiest jobs that he'd pulled off in quite a while.  A quick check of online maps of the address showed a nice picket fence and no apparent onsite security.<br/><br/>Leaving the directions open on the laptop, he started the car and drove casually to the neighborhood which his target resided.  He drove once around the block, finding no live security or any sign of police.   He pulled up in front of the house, shutting the laptop and tossing it into the back with the briefcase.<br/><br/>He took the pair of handcuffs that he kept in the glove compartment and tucked them into the pocket of his suit jacket.  Still humming happily, he left the car running for an easy getaway.  A sign on the front porch warned of a security service but he'd been long gone by the time anyone got around to showing up.<br/><br/>He calmly produced a pistol from underneath his jacket, cleanly shooting off both the lock and the door nob.  He then kicked in the door and stepped inside, following the screaming to where his target was half dressed and apparently eating breakfast.<br/><br/>He grabbed her by the wrist, noting that she had nothing more than a robe and bunny slippers on.  "If you co-operate, you get to live."  He told her, yanking her abruptly to her feet.  "Resist and it will be very painful for you."  He pressed the still warm gun barrel into her back, slapping the handcuffs onto her wrists, and marched her back out the front door to where the car waited.