Crime Roleplay (Open)

"Yeah." He said to his boss.

"Hey uh, do I still need to keep my mask on inside the building or nah?" She rudely interrupts the conversation her brother and boss are having.

Vittore sighs before rubbing his chin. "Very well." He stands. "We'll get to business soon enough. But each of you have your own rooms while you work for me. Understand something," he turns, "Betray me, give me away, or abandon your missions, and I will have my men find you and kill you." He says, looking at each carefully. "Miss, do not interrupt, and yes, you may take off your mask."

"Thanks and sorry." She replies and takes her ski mask off.

Vittore adjusts his own mask, making sure it was securely on his face. His gold eyes scan each one of them before walking towards the door out of his office, "Follow me."

"Yes sir." They both said.

Vittore nods, before leading them each to their rooms. "Get comfortable. Come back to my office when done."

"alright," he said.

"Okay." She said.

When she walked in she was in disgust about how small the room was.

"I think its fine." she mutters and sighs at the same time.

She gets to unpacking.

Vittore returns to his office, writing things down, marking maps, double checking data. He looks towards his men. "Anything from our source?" He asks in fast italian. The soldier shakes his head and he swears, running a hand through his hair.

Terry and George both rush into Vittore's office.

"We are done with unpacking." She said.

Vittore looks up, raising a gentle brow, "Very well. I have a file for each of you, your jobs and your payment." He says, smirking a little as he pushes a very heavy envelope towards them. They'd get paid handsomely, since Vittore was very lenient, so to say, with money.

"What is the job?"

He chuckles, "They're in your folders. Basically, they're in your comfort zones." He rolls his eyes. He mutters curses in Italian before standing and walking towards the window, his hands behind his back, his mask glinting in the light. A slight smirk etches itself on his face. "We're going to hit the government hard." He mutters, looking towards them. "I expect progress in 48 hours."

"Whatever you need, I can probably do."

He nods, "Good." He turns towards the others, his eyes obviously narrowed. "A warning. If you fail…" he chuckles, pulling his jacket back a bit to reveal the hand of his pistol. "I have no choice, but to kill you." He says, letting his jacket fall again. "I can't let anyone finding out about this place or the plans." he growls.

"Darling, I have the tools to defend myself for a reason." She chuckled.

Vittore raises a brow, walking towards her. He leans down a little bit to stare her in the eyes, "I have my ways as well, m'lady. You don't mess with the Mafia." he chuckles darkly before straightening.

"Yes, yes, I know. I've been in a mafia group before, I know how they operate."

Rusty takes a look through his folder and a small smile spreads on his face. "Looks good, we begin tomorrow then?"

Vittore nods, "Yes, you start tomorrow."

"Fantasic, is there a specific time you want us up because if not then there's a good chance I won't be up until noon. Bad habit, I know," Rusty rambles.

"6 am. Sharp." Velius answers, adjusting his mask.

"Will do, and if there's nothing else I'll just head to my room, cheers," he sends Vittore a thumbs up.

Vittore rolls his eyes slightly as he returns to his desks.

Rocky puts an hand on the mans shoulder. "You realize I could just no take the job, right?"

His men move to remove her but his hand flings up, stopping them. "I would appreciate it, if you didn't touch me." he says harshly and stands, turning towards her, "Let me make one thing clear. You are already here. If you value your head, you will stay and get your part of the job done."

"Ha ha ha. So funny. You should value my head on my body."

"I have seen your records, yes. But don't think I will value that." He leans down to her eye level. "Proof is what I base my judgement off of." He says, straightening.