Wesley studies his nails for a moment, a bored expression on his face as he looks at the corpse in front of him, no disgust on his face, just a slight put upon look on his face.

His employee killed the man before they got the information they needed; oh well, there were other sources, but it just created more work for both of them.

And he himself didn't even get to do anything enjoyable.

He pulls out his phone, makes a few quick, quiet calls, and shoots off a series of rapid fire text messages.

He pulls out his pocket square and cleans a bit of blood splatter off his glasses, then sets to pulling a spare suit jacket from his employer's car, taking the soiled one, and hands it to the arriving disposal team.

Eyes flick to the new man Wilson has been working with, attractive, but Wesley is completely sold on him.

He packs Wilson into the fresh SUV as it arrives. One of the disposal crew informs Wesley that the man was still alive.

Wesley huffs and walks over. "So you deal with it," he says, shaking his head and standing above the body, rolling up his sleeves and pulling on a pair of gloves before pulling a straight razor from his pocket, flicking it open and picking up the man's wrist and slitting it, a smile on his face as he cuts from wrist to elbow.

He wipes the blade and tucks it back into his pocket, as he approaches... Titus, he thinks the man is, "Apologies, sometimes his anger can get the better of him, with more annoying problems."