The stillness of the night was shattered by the shrill ring of the old rotary phone on Vito Moretti's desk. He picked up on the first ring, not wanting the noise to attract unwanted attention.
"Speak," he grunted into the receiver.
"It's me," purred the familiar voice of Sophia, his turncoat. "The trap is set for Lord Leonardo. That old fool won't know what hit him."
Vito's lips twisted into a cruel smile. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, my dear." He went on to outline his plan to raid Cavallo's weapon cache, asking her to send a photo of her weaponry bag she planned to use.
After ending the call, Vito summoned his master forger Guiseppe into the smoky office. "I need you to perfectly replicate this bag," Vito commanded, shoving the photo across the desk. "Every detail, exactly the same. Capisce?"
"Consider it done," Giuseppe replied with a grin, cracking his knuckles eagerly. Forgery was his specialty, after all.
