The round had started. Mafioso was on a mission to find one person, and one person only. He walked past Builderman, Shedletsky, and Guest 1337 calmly. The survivors were confused, but didn't get in his way, and continued to fix the generators in front of them.

Mafioso took his radio out, speaking into it. "Now, come here." He glanced to his side, where two of his goons spawned. They started going for the closest person, before Mafioso spoke up. "No. Find them." He dug his hand through his pocket, pulling out a picture of someone. He jabbed a finger in the photo's face, and his lackeys gave each other a look before nodding, walking off into a direction. Mafioso went the opposite way, to expand the searching ground.

When he got the message that the target was found, he made it over as fast as he could. He pulled his fedora down a bit as he took in the sight. They were on the ground, being pinned down by Soldier, while Contractee held the radio. When Mafioso approached, they looked up, but their head was slammed back into the ground. Mafioso gestured for them to leave. The members obliged, getting up and off the target. Mafioso stopped in front of them, kneeling down. He roughly grabbed their chin, forcing them to look into his eyes.