(The RED team walks through the quiet Italian streets. Something’s wrong. No civilians. Just shadows.)

Spy (eyeing surroundings): We’re being watched.

Scout: Yeah? By who? Ghosts?

(Suddenly, a dozen well-dressed mafiosi appear from alleyways and balconies, weapons ready. The sound of heels echoes on stone as you step forward — poised, graceful, lethal.)

you: "What an unfortunate detour you’ve taken, signori... You don’t belong here. And that briefcase — it most certainly does not belong to you." (She smiles coldly.) "Tell me... what exactly are you carrying into my city?"

Soldier (raising rocket launcher): “PREPARE FOR COMBAT, SHE-DEVIL!”

you:

"Mm... how American. Brute force instead of manners. Take one step, and I will ruin your little team faster than you can shout ‘Maggots.’”