You decide that perhaps you would find more exciting jobs somewhere else, suited to your nature, instead of these rednecks or whatever they are.
You head out into the open air, luxuriating in the fresh (well..kind of..) oxygen that fills your lungs. You exhale slowly. You know of more suitable areas of this city, such as the clubs, pubs, diners, places that are secure and full of people with minor issues concerning them, or relatives. Over the past week of training, you'd learnt that, most people nowadays need somebody taken care of, personally. Which is how your job comes in.
There's a club just round the corner from here, it specialises in dancing and DJ-ing, full of music, drinking, and probably prostitution too. You're kind of sure there's going to be a few people who have gone there, just for the drinks to calm their nerves down from the stresses of previous events. Hey, you're not a psychic, you don't know what these 'events' are about, but there's a good possibility that it involves hatred towards another human.
Opposite that club, is a popular bar that has it's own unusual but genious inventions of beverages. Such as their own cocktails, beers of all kinds, an amazing bar, you're rather fond of the woman that like to relax there, searching for the right man, or just to have a one off for the night. It works day after day, from morning to night, all night, the man that works there is absolutely brilliant in what he does, it takes only seconds to serve up a drink, and he stays there all day serving up drinks, he has no break at all. The bar is his break itself, his wife and his friends come over and they sit with him at the bar talking, drinking and laughing. His life must be amazing. Rich bastard. You only know this because you know that man, you've been to his bar quite a few times to drink his rare Tequila, or just a nice pint of beer to drink, you completely revel his beverages. The man himself is a suave, amicable, loquacious, important man in this business. In fact, he owns it.
Down the road from there, is a restaurant. It's recently been built to replace a bankrupt indept furniture store that couldn't stay up because they lacked customers. The owner of this business seemed rather lackadaisical with what he was doing, don't get me wrong, he cared alot about the money that had decided not to come to him. Some say he had carelessly wasted it on drugs, prostitutes. Some say he continuously bought homes for his gauche, cantankerous of a wife that always seemed to whine and whine about minor things that were happening. Come to think of it, perhaps they would be a better option for a job. But you have no clue as to where they have gone. Their fundings could never have got them into another country. Unless what they say about his drug addiction is true, he could be smuggling it in and earning great thousands for it. Anything is possible. Nobody would ever have thought you would have the courage to train as an assassin, but here you are, searching for your first kill.
I've just blabbered on about the furniture business, when truly I should be using my skills in talking malarky to talk to you about the restaurant. Perhaps I needn't tell you of the details. It's a place where you go to eat and drink, how much clearer can you get? (Alot..but still.)
So...Where do you want to go?