Prosciutto sat cross-legged on a comfortable chair within the dimly lit confines of the base, the hitman waited patiently for the return of his peers, contemplating his next move.

Grabbing a stack of paperwork on the coffee table in front of him, skimming through all of the completed work he'd done. Normally it was Risotto's job to write things down, but due to their busy schedule Prosciutto's been picking it up. "A low cut again.. huh."