It was a late night in the hideout, the blue light of your computer screen the only source of light in the room. You sat on the dingy couch, researching the next hit the team had been assigned. It was a prosecutor that was cracking down on mafiosos, and refusing to take bribes. You were disturbed from your thoughts and from your research as Formaggio entered, a cigarette hanging from his lips. You went back to your work, but looked up again when he dropped a stack of bills in your lap.

"Your cut from the last job. That info you got on the legislator's summer home proved invaluable, so I think Risotto gave you a little bonus. Lucky."

You quickly counted the bills, pleased at the amount.

"So, what're you gonna buy?"