[Final Warrior]

OOC: You want to introduce yourself, or do you want me to introduce you?

BoT:

I walked into the backroom, where Giovanni was seated, chatting to some close comrades. He looked up and noticed me.

"Raphael! Good of you to drop in. I trust you got my message?"

I replied, "If I hadn't, I wouldn't be here."

Giovanni smiled even more at this. "Yes, well, messengers can be the bane of any good organization."

Organization. Good one, GIovanni. Your "organization" is nothing but a bunch of well-armed goons, doing jobs for the hgher-ups.

"Anyways, I have a hit for you. Thomas Reemings. He's been... ah, defying us. Hasn't been paying for protection from hoodlums, you see?"

This miffed me. "I am not a petty collector, nor do I work for the Mafia. If you want a collector, find someone else."

Giovanni's smile disappeared at this. "I'm not asking for you to collect. I'm not even asking you to get me a bunch of hoodlums. No, Reemings hired some guards. What he called 'real protection'. Well, I need you to kill him. Quick and easy as that."

This was something more suited for me. "How much, where, when, and in what way?"

Giovanni's reply was satisfying. "Three grand, Jackal's Rest, today, however you want."

Jackal's Rest. A somewhat large store. He'd be travelling with at least one bodyguard. "How heavily armed is his protection?"

"According to what Weasel told me, one has a shot glass, two have typewriters, and the other has a lot of peashooters."

He'd be out in public... pistols, maybe a sawn-off. Nothing I couldn't handle. "Done. I'll be back soon."