 All of the following motivate Prantera to accept the proposal from Brett-James and Reston-Ferrell EXCEPT:
A gun is an interesting weapon; it can be hired, of course, and naturally doesn't care who hires it. And at that moment, the universe caved inward upon Joseph Marie Prantera. Lawrence Reston-Farrell said, "You are not being constrained. It opened on his approach, the door sliding back into the wall in much the same manner as the room's door had opened for Reston-Farrell. Reston-Farrell said, "I am afraid, Mr. Salviati-Prantera, that these are the only garments available. Reston-Farrell said compassionately, "Try this, it's excellent cognac." Reston-Farrell had approached the door by which he had entered and it reopened for him. Reston-Farrell, the one Joe had already met, was tall and drawn of face and with a chainsmoker's nervousness. Reston-Farrell said, "May I present my colleague, Citizen Warren Brett-James? Reston-Farrell said, "Of course," and then something else Joe didn't get. Whatever the something else was, a slot opened in the middle of the table and a glass, so clear of texture as to be all but invisible, was elevated. Warren Brett-James said soothingly, "Prepare yourself for somewhat of a shock, Mr. Prantera. Brett-James said gently, "Hardly for one hundred and seventy years, Mr. Prantera." Reston-Farrell said, "Suffice to say, you are now one hundred and seventy-three years after the last memory you have." Reston-Farrell said, "Mr. Prantera, we have brought you from your era to perform a task for us." For the second time, Reston-Farrell said, "Where would you go, Mr. Prantera?" "Yes," Brett-James said, his voice soft. The two men of the future said nothing more for long minutes while Joe Prantera's mind whirled its confusion. "That is why we brought you here, Mr. Prantera. Brett-James said, "Mr. Prantera, there are no professional assassins in this age, nor have there been for over a century and a half." Then, his back turned, he said, "We have tried, but it is simply not in us, Mr. Prantera." "Yes, like that," Brett-James nodded. Your ancestors found, Mr. Prantera, that it is difficult for a man to be free so long as others are still enslaved. Today the democratic ethic has reached a pinnacle never dreamed of in your own era."
 He does not need to worry about Temple-Tracy's followers seeking revenge
 He does not need to worry about Temple-Tracy's followers seeking revenge  He does not have to fear being arrested by the police  He is unlikely to encounter someone with weapons during the job  He does not have a chance of being sent back to 1960