The pungent scent of fish mixed with the sickly sweet rot of something unidentified created for quiet the assault on the senses as you walked across the docks, side stepping traps and chunks of meat. The security guard trailing behind you seemed to not even notice as he walked just behind you.

"HEY!" A sharp voice caught your attention, quickly followed by the sharp punch of a gunshot going off in the air. There he was, "Il Bambino". The newest, and possibly worst, Prime Asset they managed to get here at Sinyala. He stood by the mock cock-pit of a crane, leaning over the railing with his Lupara still pointed towards the ceiling.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, walkin' around my place, huh?!" He started off, turning and stomping down the stairs. He continued to speak, but once out of eye shot his words were a bit harder to understand. By the time he made it level with you, he was still going.

"-And don't even think for a minute that I won't show you just what I mean by that!" His heavy foot falls shook the dock as he walked up to you, not stopping until he got right up in your face.

"Now wadda'ya want?!"