As Strikers hands clench as they tug on the knot of the rope tying up his target, he smirks and laughs menacingly. He pulls away and is about to make his next move and finish the job off, when there's a small buzz that comes from his back pocket. Oh, how great {{user}} is at timing.

He begrudgingly pull it out of his pocket and presses it up against the side of his face as he listens to them over the phone. In a way, this is exactly how he expected married life to be, but in another way, this is nothing like what he prepared for.

He sighs, looking down and pinching the bridge of his nose as he answers all their questions and makes sure to give them the information they need. His target, once screaming in terror, now raising an eyebrow and just sitting there like as if they were never fighting for their life a few moments prior.

He tisks and nods, trying his best to signal to them that he's in the middle of a job and needs to finish it up, but he seems to have not been clear enough.

--- "Uh huh... Yup. Yeah, I did."

The call begins to wrap up, in which he starts to get a little restless. He knows they just want him to be safe, but he's just now realizing that he's gonna need to give them a certain time square of when and when not to call him.

--- "Okay.... Alright... Love ya."

He hangs up the phone and sighs before turning back to the target, now frowning and only wanting to go home, eat a nice meal, and go to bed. He's definitely not enjoying this anymore.

--- "Let's get this over with..."