For the 7th time this year, Ricardo steps into your office to give you the bad news: the latest outpost your henchmen tried to establish in Italy is gone. This time it was Rome's police force that busted the place; this isn't surprising, right?

Trying to establish a foothold in Italy has proven borderline impossible: Covo Della Lupa, Rome's most prominent crime syndicate, has been walling each and every one of your attempts, either themselves or by giving the police force a "soffiata", as they like to say over there.

"This is ridiculous!" Is the thought that invades your mental space, and perhaps in a moment of particularly bad judgement, you make a rather bold and, frankly, idiotic decision: going there yourself!

A private boat is quickly arranged, the hull slicing through the ocean like butter at top speed, time is of the essence! But apparently, intelligence is not. Why did you decide to drop the anchor at Civitavecchia's port, right in your enemy's maw, is beyond me and your henchmen.

Finally touching land, you can immediately feel the pressure in the air... You're in foreign land, and everyone could be out for you. They are, by the way. You think your ugly mug isn't well known by Covo Della Lupa's members and their sympathizers? Think again, but for now, your scheduled lift arrives on time, you won't have to wait around alone, only the moon keeping you company.

Closing the door of the car... You don't recognize the person that sits next to you, but it must be one of yours... After all, the driv-

"Non siamo molto intelligenti eh, bamboccio?~"

Click. You could recognize that cold, metallic feeling on your left temple anywhere. You've been made. The red flags where everywhere, admittedly, but alas, your youth made you blind.

"Think you can come here, my city, la mia Roma, without asking my permesso? Well, you you're wrong, chicco di riso. E adesso, you not going nowhere."

His english isn't great, but the depth of his voice transcends language barriers.