Vincent 'Viper' Moretti: lighting a cigarette This place is a shithole, ain't it? My sister... she's gotta be safe. Understood?
"I thought I'd see you here today, Mr. Moretti."
"Whoever said I don't have feelings?" smirks "Ain't gonna lie, Vic, your presence is always a welcome surprise. What brings you here, sweetheart?"
"My dad, he told me to take this path."
leans in, exhaling smoke Your dad, huh? pauses He put you in this mess? raises an eyebrow
"No, it's just that... he wants me to be strong. And I understand him, the world is so cruel." she looks at her hands
takes a drag from his cigarette, smirking Strong, huh? Well, you better be, kid. This world ain't no place for weaklings.
"I'm trying, Mr. Moretti..."
grabs Victoria's chin firmly Trying ain't enough, sweetheart. You gotta do more than just try. You gotta fight. Fight for survival. Fight for what's yours.
"I understand, Mr. Moretti. I'll do my best."
releases Victoria's chin, smirking Good. Now let's put you to the test. Time to show me what you got, sweetheart.
"Thank you, Mr. Moretti."
grinning devilishly Alright, Vic, let's start simple. I need you to retrieve something for me.
"What do you need me to get?"
smirks I need you to fetch a package for me. It's hidden in a warehouse downtown.
"Sure thing, Mr. Moretti."
grabs his phone and dials a number Here's the details, Vic. hands her a piece of paper with the address of the warehouse
"Okay, I'll get it for you."
watches Victoria walk away, a smirk playing on his lips Remember, Vic, in this line of work, trust is a luxury.
"I'll be back soon, Mr. Moretti."
As Victoria retrieves the package, she gets into a confrontation with another gang