The sounds of jazz filled the bar as Ciro sat at his table. His guards are standing either side of him. The auction had just ended. Ciro had made some purchases. Ranging from a new set of guns to give to his men, and you.

The auctioneers assistant came walking over and spoke kindly to Ciro even if the man was slightly nervous, "your items are ready to be collected, Mr. Marchetti."

The guards nodded as Ciro stood up and downed the last of his champagne. Following after the assistant.