Rookie Mistake

[Assyria Palmazio]

[presto] ⚕ Michelangelo Palmazio ⚕ Syri flexed her hand and gripped the empty vodka bottle by it’s neck. “Oszukać” (Fool) she hissed. Their boss had a made a deal with local law enforcement, all because of her ex cousin in law or something. Then Syri had been appointed to make sure this deal stayed within the favor of the Palmazios. If law enforcement walked over bounds… then she was to handle things. Just what she didn’t want, a tap dance with police. Hurling the vodka bottle at the wall, it made a crashing sound as she reached for her own full glass. Vodka was better than fine wine and Syri could drink it by the bucket loads and not bat an eyelash. There were just so much better options than the non sense she was having to deal with. Assyria wanted to be drunk, and numb. Her loyalty to the Palmazio family would keep her from going rogue or against orders. If anything, she liked to be in her boss’ favor instead of splattered across the pavement herself. OOC Notes [/presto]

THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY

[Michelangelo Palmazio]

Michelangelo could hear the war being waged. It was no secret what had Assyria on edge. Namely, the decision made by their boss – a term Michael still used very loosely. Things like that had a way of… changing. Especially when the bad choices – like this one – you make come back to bite the family business. Just because you carried the Palmazio name – or not, like Scott Cooper – didn't mean you got a 'get out jail free card.' Richard could attest to that personally. Well… if he weren't six feet under. But, then, his corpse carried the message just as well.

Having arrived in Chicago only a few days ago, Michael had no plans to stay for an extended period of time. Although Assyria made that very tempting. Following his quarry to the Windy City, Michael had a contract to fulfill, and then he could be done with this place. It was for the best. This close to Cooper, Michael might decide to shoot the man himself. Of course, it would be perfectly justifiable when this deal with local law enforcement backfired horribly.

Confronting another assassin could be dangerous, but Michael decided to take the risk. He entered the room, resting casually against the nearest wall. Shards of glass littered the floor from where the bottle of vodka had shattered. Michael raised a bemused eyebrow at the scene before him. "I hope you didn't let the vodka go to waste."

Assyria Palmazio