He listened to the sounds of a man moving around the living room, and it was probably good thing that he had eaten before coming here or he might be tempted to just flop down on the couch with the bastard, gun to the man's head and enjoy a hot meal. When was the last time he had indulged in one since leaving the hospital? Nope, he had cold camps, as it were because they weren't as easily traced and didn't draw attention to his locations.

Still, the sound of gear hitting the floor was one that he chose to investigate as he approached the door that led to the living room and the noise of the television. He slipped around the door from the kitchen at the noise from upstairs, and he purposefully cut the lights in the living room, so that long shadows were cast from the light from the television as he began his own quiet ascent up the stairs, pistol in hand as he strained to follow the motions of a man moving along the house.

He reached the top landing and stood there, waiting in silence but obvious. He tilted his head to listen, and he suddenly wondered if he had brought enough rope. It'd been quite a while since he'd assaulted someone in their home; damn, he should have brought two rolls of duct tape. That's what being in a hospital did to him, making him lose his touch.

Oh well, practice made perfect, and he needed to stretch his muscles anyway. He waited, pistol ready to move to start the session of threatening.