Mara's lips curled into a predatory grin, a gleam of twisted anticipation dancing in her eyes as she glanced down at the intel on her phone. "Finally, a chance to put that slithering snake Vito Moretti in the ground where he belongs," she growled, already loading her Glock and securing it in its holster.
Emilia's brow furrowed with a mixture of concentration and concern as she entered the weaponry room, her gaze flickering between the various maps and surveillance footage displayed on the screens. "This is no ordinary watering hole," she mused, her voice laced with a hint of trepidation. "It's a dimly lit, high-end bar frequented by the city's criminal elite - a neutral ground where they can discuss their nefarious business without drawing too much attention.
She shook her head grimly. "This could be a tough one."
