Although Anton had left, he did not go directly to the target's home.
After parting from Boer's place, Anton returned to his own safe house, because it was there that he had all the tools and gear he needed.
"Living in an apartment, this bastard."
Muttering under his breath, Anton began picking out the items he would need,
"Forty-eight floors, what a hassle, such a hassle indeed..."
He stuffed a bundle of rope into his backpack, and after some thought, added two anchor plates and several pitons, then he also threw a hood into his backpack.
With nothing else to grab, Anton shouldered his considerably heavy backpack, went out to the car he had just bought not long ago, and drove towards the apartment where his target resided.
There were fewer cars at night, and the traffic wasn't as congested, but it still took Anton forty minutes to reach the place where the target lived.
