"[b][color=00746b]Jesus, Brutus what am I gonna do?[/color][/b]" Dimitri groaned as he sat in his living room recliner with his weapon lying on his lap and a steaming mug of coffee in hand. The dog looked up at Dimitri, unaware of the source of the hunter's displeasure, but wagging his tail nonetheless in response to his name being called. After discovering his next target Dimitri had managed to force himself back to sleep, though he was right back up not too many hours later as his alarm went off. He'd taken Brutus for a morning run, gone through the usual routine of showering, brushing his teeth, and getting dressed, and brewed himself a pot of coffee.

Dimitri sipped at the hot beverage absent mindedly. It was his favorite blend, a sumatran dark roast he'd dropped quite a bit of cash on to have imported, one he normally saved for guests or when he desperately needed a pick-me-up. Dimitri would occasionally prattle on to other coffee aficionados online about how earthy and delicious the blend was, about how it was superior to other coffees he'd drank, but right now all of that meant nothing. His predicament left him in such a state where he wouldn't have even noticed the difference if someone had filled his mug with a cheap generic store brand. 

Dimitri pulled his phone from his pocket and brought up Theodora's picture again. His job was never a pleasurable, but now more than ever it was proving to be particularly awful. There were many times were the hunter had gone after those he didn't wish harm to despite their pleas and mentions of having children or loved ones that they needed to care for. On some occasions he let them go, like when he'd met the monthly quota, or when they were extremely old or young, always with the promise of listing them as deceased and having further searches called off if they agreed to cease their magical activities in public. He'd make up an excuse about the target having any recognizable feature remaining or claim that the body was unretrievable and deal with his employers withholding payment from those particular hunts until a long enough period of time passed for them to believe the target dead. 
That wasn't going to cut it here. This witch was far too big of a deal for someone to just shrug and withhold a paycheck. Homeland officials would want solid proof, or else they'd send someone down to investigate. If they got suspicious then they might even send his father. Dimitri shuddered at the thought of the witch having to face that man. He sighed and drained his cup before getting out of his seat. One way or another he'd have to figure this all out. Maybe convince her to skip town, or get her to put up just enough of a fight to where he'd be forced to withdraw. 

The hunter clipped his weapon to his belt and patted his thigh to tell Brutus to follow him, then placed his empty mug on the coffee table to pick up later. "[b][color=00746b]Come on bud, we're going on a trip.[/color][/b]".