Hazel was nervous, he had track Gretchen's team leader to an old tavern in a ghost town somewhere in Mistral. From the shadows, Hazel watched the hunter in training drink himself into oblivion. It seemed fitting to Hazel, the man who was to blame for his sister's death was killing himself for Hazel. The only problem was it would take a few years. And Hazel didn't want to wait.
"You seek justice for your sister's death don't you?" Hazel wasn't aware the drunk before he even knew he was in the room but once Hazel knew his cover was blown he acted fast. He lunged forward trying to get his hands on the man he came here to kill. His lunge was met with a vicious pistol whip and the next thing Hazel saw was the muzzle of Edward Kovacs's gun.
This was it, Hazel's plan for justice thwarted by a drunk with a single pistol. He closed his eyes and waited for the end. At least this way he may see his sister soon. A second past the two then three. When Hazel finally opened his eyes he saw Kovacs back at the bar drink from his bottle of whatever liquor he favored. When Hazel looked back down he saw Kovacs's gun resting on his chest.
"You'll get your justice. But first I have to tell you why this all happened."