Patience. It was the name of the game when you waited for your mark and D’Angelo could be very patient when he needed to be. People were creatures of habit; they tended to do the same things day in and day out. D’Angelo had spent the past two days following his Mark and he had learned that the man had come here every night, and every night he met with someone new, a client of sorts.

Still, it didn’t mean that he enjoyed waiting. He had always been a man of action, or at the very least to be put on a contract more difficult than the one he was currently on.  He sighed to himself, and stood stretching in the darkness. Perhaps he could wait inside for the man? It would surely be more comfortable than this.  

D’Angelo pulled his cloak around him and left his hands resting on the hilts of his weapons. He was about to move out of concealment when he heard a familiar rolling laugh. His target was approaching. He gave a wolfish smile and lowered back down into a crouch, his right hand moving to one of the pouches at his side.  It was almost time to kill again, the thought brought a smile to his face.