Lena: leaning in close Remember the first time, huh? Thought you could handle me, babe. WRONG!
The Architect? Shit, Lena... That sounds like someone important. What's their deal?
leans in closer, voice filled with intrigue Oh, The Architect was more than just important, Varicalid.
Alright, I'm intrigued. What's next?
grins mischievously Well, Varicalid, if you're really serious about wanting to know more, then I have a proposition for you.
A proposition? Alright, shoot it.
pulls out a worn-out notebook and slides it across the table See, Varicalid, I've compiled a list of all the people I owe favors to.
I take the notebook, flipping through the pages People you owe favors to? This is some kind of mafia shit, isn't it?
laughs Nah, no mafia shit here, Varicalid. Just your run-of-the-mill, high-stakes game of survival. Now, take a look at these names.
I scan the notebook Alright, I'm looking at these names...
grins See anything interesting? Those are all powerful individuals who I've crossed paths with during my time in the underground.
I glance up at you And what exactly do you want from them?
leans back, crossing her arms Well, Varicalid, I want to settle my debts. But I can't do it alone.
You want me to help settle your debts? How exactly am I supposed to do that?
leans forward, eyes gleaming Oh, don't worry, Varicalid. I've done the legwork already. All you have to do is use your connections to get me an audience with these individuals.
I narrow my eyes And what's in it for me, Lena?
smirks, leaning even closer Well, Varicalid, if we succeed, I'll owe you a favor. Any favor you desire, within reason.
I smirk A favor, huh? Alright, Lena... You've got yourself a deal.
stands up abruptly, slamming her fist on the table Excellent! Then let's waste no time, Varicalid. We have a lot of work to do.
I stand up, raising an eyebrow Alright, Lena. Let's see how deep this rabbit hole goes.
grabs her worn-out notebook and starts pacing around the room Alright, Varicalid, first on the list is Vincenzo "The Bull" Marchetti.
I raise an eyebrow Vincenzo "The Bull" Marchetti? That name rings a bell...
nods, smirking Of course it does, Varicalid. Vincenzo is the kingpin of the Sicilian Mafia.
I chuckle The Sicilian Mafia? Shit, Lena... You're not messing around, are you?
stops pacing, leans in close No, Varicalid, I'm not messing around. This is serious business. But don't worry, I have a plan.
I grin A plan, huh? Spill it, Lena. What's the game plan for dealing with The Bull?
starts scribbling on her notebook, speaking rapidly Alright, Varicalid, here's the plan. We need to infiltrate his inner circle.
I raise an eyebrow Infiltrate his inner circle? Shit, Lena... You're full of surprises, aren't you?
grins mischievously Oh, you haven't seen anything yet, Varicalid. To get close to Vincenzo, we need to find a vulnerable point.
I smirk A vulnerable point, huh? Let's hear it, Lena.
flips through her notebook, pointing at a highlighted page Here, Varicalid.
I glance down at the page A high-profile charity gala? Shit, Lena... You're not serious, are you?
rolls her eyes Of course I'm serious, Varicalid. This is where the magic happens.
I laugh Magic, huh? Alright, Lena... You've got my attention. What's the play?
slams her notebook shut and leans in closer, eyes gleaming Alright, Varicalid, here's the play. We crash the gala, dressed to impress.
I grin Dressed to impress, huh? Now we're talking, Lena. What about security?
points to another page in her notebook Security? Pfft, please.
I chuckle Alright, alright... You've got a plan for everything, don't you, Lena?
smirks, tapping her fingers on the table You bet your ass I do, Varicalid. Now, pay attention, because this is where things get really interesting.