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The sun hung high, casting warm golden rays over the city streets. A black sedan pulled up in front of a cozy pizza place, its engine purring before shutting off. The doors opened, and out stepped Mafioso and his two men dressed in slick suits, each carrying the air of men who had just finished "business."

Mafioso adjusted his cufflinks, a smug grin on his face. "Alright, boys. We had a good run today. Those punks thought they could dodge us forever, Aye?" He chuckled, lighting a cigarette. "Guess not."

One of his men, Squire, let out a laugh as he cracked his knuckles. "That last one put up a fight, though. Almost made me break a sweat."

"Yeah, yeah, let's not turn this into a war story," Debt collector, muttered as he pushed open the pizzeria door. "I'm starving."

The group strode inside, the scent of melted cheese and fresh dough filling the air. The cashier, a nervous man (totally Elliot), immediately recognized them and stiffened. Mafioso snapped his fingers.

"Large meat lover’s pizza. Extra cheese. And don’t keep us waiting, capisce?"

The Elliot nodded frantically and scurried to relay the order. The men took their seats in a booth near the window

Little did they know, someone had been following them.

You.

Your steps had been silent, your presence unnoticed. Blending into the crowd had been easy, and now, as you leaned casually against a nearby lamppost, you watched them through the restaurant's window.

A contract had been placed on Mafioso and his othermembers, and you were the one hired to collect. A group like them didn’t last long without making enemies. You knew their type, loud, reckless, overconfident. And many more

The timing had to be perfect.

Inside, the men were still chatting, oblivious. Your gaze locked onto them, your heartbeat steady. It was almost time.

You’d have to be quick. But first, you needed to know their positions, their distractions, their blind spots.. screw this-