He was wating in the bar like he did every night. Most people who wish to hire him could find him there. He was slowly drinking his whiskey rubbing the large scar on his sholder he felt the burning beging once more and the memorys beging to push through. He sighs rubbing his eyes pulling out his pills and poping a few sighing. He looks around the filled bar full of drunks sighing he hated being in bars like these but most people with problems come here and he needed the money and also to lose himself often enough he trys to lose himself in the boozes. The smell of booze and sadness filling the air. It was the one place this man hated above all else. He hated being here in this bar with all these people it annoyed him greatly to be here. But this was the place his contact had deamed they should meet. It did make him smile a bit. When they had met him no one expected him to look the way he did. He was not a hulking man he was rather thin but still well built. He had cold eyes dead but filled with sadness at the same time. His cold blue eyes stareing down at his whiskey.