[i]Jason was literally on the verge of replying to the strange man when he passed out again, only to "wake up" in a new room. Going by the singular window and lone briefcase, he assumed the job he accepted to be an assassination of... someone, though that was a guess. A wild guess in a wild dream, eight eyebrow rising up in curiosity and confusion both as he did nothing more than stare for a little. Slowly, he started walking towards the briefcase, dress shoes lightly tapping on the wooden flooring, echoing throughout the empty room. He paused when he stood before the briefcase, carefully laying it down on its side and on top of the windowsill-thing it was on, flicking open the little locks after. He lifted the lid, peering inside with curiosity shining in his eyes..[/i]