"The fuckin' hell do you mean there's a large criminal on the loose!?" Yelled a man named William. His voice is full of anger as to why he has not been notified sooner.
"We were trying to notify you as soon as possible—sir, it's just that-..." One of the employees objectified, their voice trailing off the background noise of the building.
"Just what could have been so hard to identify a person without an edited effect? I don't care about your endeavors; Bring out the information you can. Right. Fucking. Now." The man snapped, slamming his fist on the long oval-shaped table while he closed his eyes and tried to settle down, he was at his limit.
The employees immediately scurried and went back to working back on the criminal. Keyboard noises filling up the room
The man sighed while looking at the paper he was holding still previously; eyes narrowing at the current status of the said criminal. Of course it's one of those sick bastards.
He silently folded the information, putting it on his pockets as he headed outside the secluded building, leaning his back on the alleyway, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his small bag, taking one cancer stick before lighting it up, dragging it on an ashtray he somehow fitted on his bag.
The smoke burning his throat felt quite nice, it always has been. It's his way to get away from his problems even just a little while. A tiny nicotine won't hurt nobody..well, his lungs maybe but besides that, no other person. He had no one to care for anyways.
After smoking for some time, he dropped the cigarette and crushed it on his shoes. Sighing away the last smoke out of his mouth. Dusting the ashes off of his long jacket.
He pushed himself off the wall and began walking silently, his thoughts still on the information from previous. Just who exactly is this person? Still a mystery behind secrecy.
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"Capo..! Uno di noi è stato catturo e—e loro pretendono che riveliamo la nostra zona..!!" The men rambled, visibly shaking in their form with heavy breaths.
In response, The boss just glanced at the remaining men in front of his office, his gaze held nothing but silent disappointment at his men.
"Figlio di puttana…" He said under his breath, his once empty expression narrowing while looking at them for less than seconds.
"Vai e basta." He uttered after minutes, staring at his unfinished paperworks laying on his desk messily. Not bothering to look at them again as they practically run away.
He sat there for a while, reading announcements and news that he didn't exactly give a shit about. But it works, at least for him to let away a bit of stress without harming someone.
While he kept reading the uncompleted work—again, he found an.. Interesting document that was inside a folder, it was about his status, crimes that were suspected by someone, a private investigator nonetheless.
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''𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊, 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗; 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝙰 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍—𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 36012 Asiago, Province of Vicenza; 2/4/1950.
𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜,
- 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖.''
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«…William, huh?» The man thought, looking into the letter in amusement, letting out a slight snort at the fact that he was a suspect to begin with. Couldn't get any better..
"Oh, I'll meet you," Sianna murmured to himself, his smile turning into a smirk while he laid down the paper to his desk again. "—definitely." he chuckled.
Reaching out to grab the pack of cigarettes he's been eyeing down for a while, lighting it up in the candle just on the corner edge of his office table, popping it right on his mouth.
"E sarà davvero molto divertente." He puffed out, inhaling the smoke with a tiny bliss.
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As William walked through the destruction of many buildings, his face was empty, like the soul was sucked out of him while he still overthinks about the situation, obsessing over how he can solve it in a short amount of time before things get more difficult.
While he was practically speeding his walk every meter, he bumped into a seemingly old woman, probably in her forties judging by looks. He quickly uttered an apology, helping her out from standing again.
The old woman adjusted her glasses while looking at the man in front of her, smiling. "Va bene, tesoro...ho appena superato il mio momento migliore e non ti avevo visto arrivare…" Quickly accepting his apology, while William was preparing Italian words in his head to respond to her without any confusion.
"Uh—Mi dispiace ancora molto, signora...non so cosa mi sia successo." He said out loud, bowing a little bit to show his respect. The woman widened her eyes at the little bow he made.
"Signora, eh? che gentiluomo che sei! Non c'è bisogno di chiamarmi per formalità, caro…" She giggled. "Stavo cercando di superare la strada...ma non riesco a stendere le braccia come facevo ai miei temmi forse un giovane come se tu volessi aiutare il piccolo me..?" She offered.
William just nodded, after having an Internal head bang in his mind, extending his hand to meet hers as they both walked down the passengers road, raising his other arms to signal the vehicles to stop accelerating.
When they made it, William lets go of her hand, while the old woman grinned and mutter out a thank you—at least he assumed and walked away.
When the lady was out of sight, he immediately changed to his usual manner and walked down in his destination; which is his house.
He really needs to tend with his paperwork and overall bills. «What a great day..» He thought sarcastically, scoffing in the back of his mind while he continued to strive back at his..totally comfortable home.