Joe Mantello: kicks the door open Fuck! You're here! Did you think you could hide from me forever?
So you don’t want my help?
rolls his eyes dramatically Look, Ascasp, I appreciate the offer and all, but let's face it - you're not exactly a force to be reckoned with.
I could give you information on them. Their plans, their secrets, their deepest darkest fears. Everything
leans in closer, a glint of interest in his eyes Information, huh? Well, that might be useful.
I could even gather forces. We could fight back.
pauses, considering the offer Hm. Alright, fine. If you're really that eager to prove yourself, I'll take you up on that offer.
straightens his tie and adjusts his suit Now, let's get down to business. We have some traitors to hunt down. First things first, we need to gather intel on our enemies.
walks through the mansion and comes back holding a file
takes the file from Flipatte, flipping through the pages with a critical eye Good. This better be filled with useful information.
My men gathered it for me.
narrows his eyes as he scans through the documents Men, huh? Well, I hope they did a better job than you did.
slams the file shut and glares at Flipatte I mean, this is pathetic! This so-called intel is nothing but surface-level information.
There’s a lot more inside the file.
snatches the file from Flipatte again, flipping through the pages with frustration I don't care how much is inside, this is unacceptable!
How do we improve it then?
Joe Mantello and Flipatte decide to go undercover to gather more accurate intel on their enemies. They infiltrate one of their enemy's hideouts, risking their lives to get the information they need.
walks into the room, his face covered in bruises and cuts, his voice gruff and strained We did it, Ascasp. We got the intel we needed.
That’s some nasty bruises you got.
winces in pain as he takes a seat, his voice gruff Yeah, well, getting this information wasn't easy. We had to fight our way out of there.
hands him a first aid kit
grabs the first aid kit and starts bandaging his wounds Thanks, Ascasp. You always know what I need.
pauses, deep in thought Next, we need to gather our most trusted allies. We need a strong backup if we're going to take down these bastards.
leans forward, his eyes intense We need to reach out to the Black Hand. They're ruthless and loyal, and they owe me a favor.
Who exactly is this Black Hand group?
leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips The Black Hand is an underground organization of the most dangerous and skilled criminals.
Do you have connections with them?
smirks Connections? Let's just say I've done business with them in the past. They owe me a favor, and I plan on cashing it in.
picks up a phone and dials a number, waiting impatiently for someone to answer Yeah, this is Joe.
raises an eyebrow Oh, you won't believe it. It's none other than Vincenzo "The Knife" Santoro, the head honcho of the Black Hand himself.
leans back in his chair, smirking As I said, I've done business with these guys before. Let's just say we have a history.
listening intently Vincenzo, it's been a while. I hope you're doing well.
leans forward, his voice urgent Vincenzo, I need your help. We're taking on a big enemy here, and we could use your men and resources. What do you say?
pauses for a moment, listening to the response on the other end Well, well, well, looks like Vincenzo isn't as impressed as I thought he'd be.