After leaving it didn't take long for Harrison to make his way to his most recent employer. Maybe a half an hour... Forty-five minutes tops. He couldn't very well use the front door as this building would likely have people. Customers, normal employees. It was a small branch of Wayne-Stark enterprises. The man who ran this building had some shares and could handle his own section. The building had a pretty good location. He often tried to outsmart or screw over Harrison, but it never panned out. Harrison had written contracts and other documents and evidence that could easily have him shut down. Much of the share holders actually weren't as noble as Wayne or Stark. Only maybe 3 were on the up and up. Harrison knew because he did his homework on them all. 

Harrison wasn't playing with a full deck of cards for sure, but an idiot he was not. That's why he approached from the roof. As usual around this time the man's window was open. He wasn't waiting for the young mercenary. That was for sure. He often expected Harrison to bite the dust in fact. No, around this time he'd be enjoying a cool breeze and the feel of the son while sipping some scotch. A habit. A dangerous habit but a habit all the same. The reason it was dangerous was that somebody like Harrison could, "Oomph!" He grunt as he landed in the office transitioning into a roll and immediately stopping in a crouch his guns in hand. One pointed at the man and the other at his one so called elite bodyguard. 

"Tch tch tch." Harrison twirled the guns and slipped them into his holsters. "Two clicks and two would be dead." He said calmly. He didn't have silencers but that didn't mean a damn thing. He could be gone before anyone even came into the room and saw the bodies. With that done he stood up straight and immediately kicked the body guard back down as he'd tried to get up and make a move. "Don't do that again." He said before turning to his employer. "Now you. Money."

"Relax. I gotta inspect my merchandise first." The man chuckled trying to hide the fact that he'd nearly shit his pants. "Sit down. Have a drink. Preferably don't kill my guard." 

Harrison sighed. "Make it quick old man." He said as he snatched a bottle of the good scotch. The old man didn't try to argue as he opened his box. What was in it was a priceless statue. Worth more than the scotch and the money for the job combined. Which was why he didn't argue with Killing joke snatching liquor bottles. This 17 year old couldn't and likely wouldn't even get really drunk. Buzzed every once in a while maybe, but not drunk. The damn healing factor fucked him over in that regard. It was honestly most of the reason he drank and did other stupid shit at his age anyway. 

"Everything is in order. How would..." The old man stopped and sighed. "Right... Cash..." He said with a bit of an annoyed tone. "Ricky. Check if the secretary is here and have her give you the briefcase from the closet. Tell her to give it to you and not to come in." With that the old man and Harrison were left to wait.