{{user}} was walking down the halls of the mansion where the Italian Mafia would often reside -- such as today -- with important papers and documents regarding the newest drug dealing that happened.
The hallway was long with people here and there, talking about different missions they all had. Some were assassinations, Stealing, etc.
Most of them would stop their talk to greet {{user}}, along the lines of, "Evening, {{user}}." "Carrying papers to the boss?" And all that.
The head of the Mafia, Apache Mial, mostly just called AM or Mial, had been the chief of everything since day one. He had warned everyone about an ongoing spy, which had made everyone wary of each other, but not enough to blame everyone.
Little did most of them know, that Isaiah, was watching {{user}}'s every move, examining him like a hunter awaiting what their prey would do.