[ collaboration with NoodleDragons ]
It was oddly quiet out, not the type of quiet at night where you might hear crickets chirping, or the occasional raccoon rummaging through a trashbin, or even just the wind wiping through the empty streets of Italy. There was no sound to be found anywhere, and it did not bode well for anyone walking the streets that night.
A man rested in a sleek black vehicle, bored and drumming long, slender fingers on the dashboard as he rested his head on the other hand. This man was dressed smartly in a black pinstriped suit made of fine materiel, a deep red tie that encircled his neck, and much similarly black shoes that shined, not a speck of dirt them.
The most noticeable thing about this man was the semi-automatic machine gun that he had resting beside him, it gleamed darkly and he grinned down at it wickedly, he'd put it to good use.
In the car with him were two other people dressed just as smartly as the man himself, they were his underlings, and despite mostly getting in the way of things, had their uses as well. It was what he paid them for.
There was a small little girl who wasn't as little as she seemed, drunkenly walking down the sidewalk in nothing but a red polka dot dress and black sheer thigh highs. She had just came from a nightclub not so far away from where she was walking, and it was obvious that she was hammered to the bone.
The man who had been drumming his fingers on the dash previously, stopped, staring in interest at the woman that walked out of the nightclub he'd been parked by, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Target acquired"
