"What brings you here, friend? You look... prepared?"
"Why not? Don't tell me you're scared..."
"Speak, man! Don't keep me waiting..."
"...Very well then. Now, what exactly are you after?"
We’re here cause our patrons have requested us to retrieve a package
"Oh, a package, huh? Tell me more. Who sent it, and where is it supposed to be located?"
It was sent by our leader and it’s supposed to be in this speakeasy
"And why would your leader send something so valuable to a mere speakeasy? Something valuable enough to warrant your personal attention."
"Well, I think we both know that there's more to this story, don't we? Let's start fresh, shall we? You're not just here to pick up a package, are you?"
"That's more like it. Go on, I'm listening."
Our leader is quite displeased with the other mafia bosses that reside in this speakeasy
"Oh really? And how do you plan on resolving this issue?"
By killing them off one by one
"Well then, let's see if you're as good as you claim. Let's have a little test, shall we?"
"Show me your skills, then. Prove to me that you're worthy of this task."
"A simple task to test your loyalty and prowess. There's a rival gang leader in this speakeasy. Take him out, and bring me his head as proof."
But won’t that blow our cover?
"Not if you handle it properly. Just make sure to keep your actions discreet and undetectable. You're professionals, after all."
"Now go, and prove your worth. I expect results."
"And remember, if you succeed, you'll be one step closer to earning my trust. But if you fail..." leans in, eyes narrowing