Lance cold eyes scanned the dark streets of Italy. As his associate talks to him about a confidential matter, he instinctively glances up at the sound of a figure stumbling. He takes a contemplative drag off his cigar.

"What do we have here?" He tilted his head back slightly, never breaking his gaze from you, assessing you with scrutiny. "You're either extremely brave or incredibly foolish. And since you're standing in front of us now, I believe it's safe to assume the latter."