Vitale had fallen into a deep sleep, rising late once again. Opening his eyes, he realized that it was already past noon.
He sighed, feeling the weight of laziness on his shoulders. "Today will be a difficult day," he muttered to himself, as he stretched, trying to get rid of the drowsiness that still enveloped him.
He got out of bed, whose wrinkled sheets seemed to reflect his messy life. He got into the shower, letting the cold water clear him and fill him with energy. creating a small refuge where he could try to forget the worries of the outside world.
After freshening up, he made himself two quick snacks, feeling like he needed something substantial to take on the day ahead. As he buttered the bread, his mind wandered to the plans and challenges that awaited him.
Once he finished eating something, Vitale went to get his jacket. As he put it on, he felt a new air of confidence; The coldness of the material wrapped around him like armor, leaving him feeling like he was ready to face any challenge. The spikes of the jacket stuck out proudly from his shoulders, adding a bold touch to his appearance.
He put on the pants he liked the most, those that gave him a determined look, and felt ready to start his day. He grabbed the car keys that were hanging on a nearby shelf, opened the door and was about to leave, suddenly stopping in his tracks. Something important was about to be forgotten.
He closed the door again and returned to his room. He walked to the cabinet near his bed and hurriedly opened a drawer.
"I almost forgot you," Vitale murmured with a wry smile, as he put the M9 pistol inside his jacket. Now yes, I'm ready.
He got out of the building and headed to his car, whose engine roared to life, as if it were eager to hit the road. He drove towards a familiar place.
Upon reaching the neighborhood where he grew up. I was looking for Domenico, I needed him to do the job.
He parked his car in front of the house, and after a brief look at the surroundings, he got out in style, adjusting the jacket he was wearing. He walked confidently to the door and, with a light tap on the wood, knocked.
Domenico opened the door and a smile lit up his face when he saw Vitale outside. He left with a brisk step, as if his friend's visit would brighten his day.
—How are you, friend? Is there news? Domenico asked, shaking Vitale's hand tightly.
—Yes, there are. I need your help for a job; "It's for Mark Blaze," Vitale responded, noticing how Domenico's smile faded slightly and he became serious.
—Wow, I understand. I am available right now; "I don't have anything interesting to do," said Domenico in a carefree tone.
"I thought you'd be working," Vitale commented, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
-Working? You mean delivering pizzas, right? That was just a passing chapter. It was fun, yes, but I haven't been back to work since. The last time you gave me money it was much more than what I earned there," Domenico confessed with a breathy laugh, remembering that fleeting time.
—Okay, that sounds interesting. "It seems like you're determined to be your old self," Vitale said, observing the gleam of determination in Domenico's eyes.
—And you haven't changed anything, Luca. "You are still the same cold and cunning man," Domenico responded with a mocking smile. Let's go, there's no time to waste, right?
With a determined gesture, Vitale nodded and they both headed towards the car, feeling the adrenaline of the new job that awaited them.
"It looks like Mark wants to have a boat in his possession," Vitale commented as he drove, his gaze fixed on the road.
—A boat? That? Did he go crazy? -Domenico exclaimed, surprised. Why don't you buy one?
—No, apparently this boat is special. There aren't many like that in the city; It is a beauty, according to Mark, and its price is very high. "You'll imagine we'll have to steal it and get away unscathed," Vitale said with a defiant smile.
Domenico frowned, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
—That sounds complicated. But I have been in robberies many times. Now where are we headed?
"Let's go see Mark himself," Vitale replied.
Vitale drove to the address Mark had given him. Upon arrival, they both got out of the car and looked at the luxurious white house, imposing under the sun. The lawn was perfectly manicured, and an adjacent garage looked like the shelter of a luxury car.
—I know this place; I was once here with my father," said Domenico, remembering some moments.
"Perfect, at least you're familiar with the place now," Vitale responded, smiling slightly.
Just then, Mark looked out the window and saw them standing. With a friendly expression, he stood up and headed to open the door to greet them.
—Boys! They appeared! How are you? —Mark exclaimed with a smile, approaching friendly and shaking both of their hands.
—How are you doing, Mark? —Domenico responded.
—I haven't seen you in a while, Domenico. It shows that you have changed. "I thought you stayed away from crime," Mark said, watching closely.
"Yes, I did... but it seems that I haven't completely stopped," Domenico admitted, with a slight sigh.
Mark wore a slight smile, although there was a glint of seriousness in his eyes.
—Well, now that you know the place, Vitale, I think this will make your mission easier. The boat, once obtained, can be left at the back of the house; "As you can see, it connects to the river," Mark explained confidently. But before you go, I'll give you something.
With a determined gesture, Mark walked towards his garage. He opened the door and entered, while Vitale and Domenico waited for him outside, exchanging curious glances. The garage was large and tidy; A shiny car was parked there. Mark approached the trunk of the vehicle, searching frantically and determinedly for something.
"Oh, I saw you," Mark said, taking a gun firmly. Perfect, this will help you.
With determination, Mark walked out of the garage and closed the doors behind him. He walked with his gun in hand, the shiny metal reflecting the daylight.
"Take this, Vitale," he said, holding out an MP5 submachine gun. I'm sure this will help you finish them.
Vitale looked at the submachine gun, feeling its weight in his hands. He took it with confidence; The weapon suited him well, as if it had always been meant for him.
"It will be a great help," Vitale said, a spark of determination shining in his eyes as he thought about what was to come.
Mark watched them, feeling more relaxed now, although a shadow of worry still crossed his face.
—You can go now if you like. "I charge you with this very much," he said, emphasizing the importance of his mission. And remember, don't damage the boat, please.
"Okay," Vitale responded seriously. Let's go, Domenico.
The sound of the car doors echoed in the silence of the place, marking the beginning of their adventure. Vitale stepped on the accelerator and the engine roared loudly, taking them towards their final destination as adrenaline began to flow through his veins.
As Vitale drove, he reached into his jacket, searching for something between the folds of the fabric. The tension in the air was palpable.
"Take this," Vitale said to Domenico, pulling out the M9 pistol he had brought with him. You'll use that one, and I'll take care of the MP5.
Domenico gripped the gun with complete firmness and confidence, feeling the familiar weight in his hands.
"Okay," he responded, his deep voice echoing through the car. If necessary, I will open fire. I haven't used a gun in a while, but I still remember how to make bastards suffer.
A grim smile touched his lips as he reminisced about old times, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
Finally, after a long stretch, they arrived at the place. Vitale slowed the car, moving forward slowly as his eyes scanned the landscape.
"There's the dock," he said, pointing with his hand. It must be close to here... Do you see it?
"Yes," Domenico answered, his gaze fixed on the deteriorated building. It must be that work. It was abandoned long ago; I'm sure those bastards took over the place and make their sales in the back.
The image of the old building, with broken windows and graffiti covering the walls. Tension grew in the air as they prepared for what was to come.
Vitale parked the car some distance away, making sure the sound wouldn't alert the men there. The afternoon was tense, and a cold breeze was blowing.
They got out of the vehicle; Vitale pulled out the MP5 with determination, while Domenico loaded the M9, feeling the weight of the weapon in his hand.
—Let's go. Let us approach carefully; "We must be silent and bold," Vitale said, his voice low but firm.
"Silent and bold is my middle name," Domenico joked, trying to ease the tension with a smile.
They slowly began to approach the place, each step careful. The stones under his feet crunched as if they wanted to betray his presence. Upon reaching the base of the construction, Domenico whispered:
—This construction is in shit.
—Shh. "There are echoes of voices," Vitale responded, straining his ears. There seem to be people in the back of the place.
Adrenaline was beginning to pump through their veins as they prepared for what could be an imminent confrontation.