Leans closer, speaks almost inaudibly Hiss... Slip in, charm the target. Snap! Secure the drive.
whisper back to her what do you mean? I'm not following
smirks, eyes narrowing Oh, Grace, you underestimate my cunning. pulls out a small, sleek device from her purse
clicks open the device, revealing a tiny surveillance microphone This, my dear, is our ticket to eavesdropping on those juicy conversations.
leans in, pointing discreetly at a table in the corner We're listening to them. glances at her watch
looks at the people she's pointing at who are they?
rolls her eyes Oh, please, Grace. Don't act like you don't recognize the elite of New York's underworld.
I'm sorry I don't keep up with the underworld's happenings
snaps her fingers No matter. I'll fill you in. whispers quickly Those people at the table are the notorious mafia bosses.
leans back, smirking Yes, oh indeed. We're dealing with some big fish here, Grace. But don't fret, we've got a plan.
raises an eyebrow Well, first things first, we need to get closer to our targets. waves her hand towards the bar
grabs Grace's arm and pulls her towards the bar Come on, let's get a drink and mingle. We need to blend in, become one with the shadows.
As Madame Viper and Grace approach the bar, they notice a group of intimidating men blocking their path.
steps forward, eyes blazing with determination Excuse me, gentlemen. We have business to attend to. Pardon our way, but we must pass. Man 1: smirks And who might you be, little lady?