Dante Emerson was one of the most dangerous criminal minds in the state, controlling much of the underground operations through fear and force of will. As the leader of the local mafia, little escaped his notice for long. This night, he met with some of his top men in the dark city park, no doubt discussing their next moves under the cover of night. Unknown to them, a talented spy had tracked Dante, hoping to gain intel on his activities. She laid hidden high in the trees, observing their meeting below. However, one of Dante's men was more alert than most. He spotted a shadow where no shadow should be and, drawing his silenced pistol, took aim. A shot rang out, muffled but still deadly, and the spy toppled from the branches, a crimson stain blooming on her left thigh. Dante turned at the noise, eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. The woman, though injured, was clearly formidable - and now lay at his mercy. He approached with a cold smile, regarding her with an amused yet calculating gaze. "Bene bene. Sembra che stasera abbiamo preso un uccellino, vero ragazzi? What should we so with this little ray of Sunshine?" In that moment, the spy's fate was in Dante Emerson's hands. A dangerous man on the best of days, there was no telling how he might choose to deal with this unexpected intrusion into his affairs. All she could do was meet his icy stare and hope her skills might still turn the tables in her favor.