Golden Tears on the Angel's Wing

Chapter 20: The Hitman Team, Part 2

The Hitman Team consists of nine members. Formaggio has counted among their numbers. This was something that happened two years ago in Naples. Something that shook the Hitman Team to their core, and how fueled their desire for both revenge and the goal to overthrow The Boss. It was all normal at the time. Formaggio was in the bathroom in one of the stalls as he held up his hand. Resting in the palm of his hand was a car and using Tiny Feet's ability, shrunk so small, it was about the same size as a grain of salt. Formaggio tucked his hands into his pocket and left the bathroom of the fancy restaurant where he and a few members of his team were currently gathered.

As Formaggio walked past the other dining patrons, he stopped for a moment. Pretending to look into a wine cabinet while he looks back towards one specific man across from where he stands. "I'll be addressing waste management at the meeting." The man says to his wife.

"During parliament?" She asked.

"Yes. I'll make the minister of the environment choose the best option, just like always." He says with confidence.

"I just worry you may be working too hard." She said, worried about his health. As they spoke, Formaggio casually walked past their table and with quick, subtle movements, dropped the tiny car into the man's wineglass. Formaggio smiles to himself as the mission is a resounding success, walking away as the man drinks his poison. "Don't you think you've had enough to drink this evening?" He heard the woman ask as he rejoined his team in the other room.

"What the hell is with you, Pesci? Are you really back to drinking milk?" Formaggio asked.

"Yeah, cut me some slack. I don't want to drink it, but espresso always makes my tummy all rumbly." Pesci says as he hangs his head in shame before he gulps down his glass of milk. Pesci was a man with fair skin, was of average to athletic build, being of under average height, his most prominent feature being his lack of any chin, more than likely caused by Klippel Feil syndrome, a rare bone disorder. His hair is shaved, save for several green locks at the top of his head. Pesci also has cauliflower ears. Pesci wears a black jumpsuit with pink hearts and purple fishing hook motifs, complete with assorted arm warmers and shoes. Over that, he wears a sleeveless long tan coat decorated with brown fur.

"Really?" Questioned another member, giving him a cold glare. "And you wonder why I refer to you as Mammone. You know, you sipping on milk like some lame-ass suckling doesn't exactly do much for our reputation. Why do you think we even brought you along with us in the first place? Cut it out and get your shit together." This man was Prosciutto, and he was one of the more ruthless assassins of the team. Prosciutto was a man with fair skin, was of slim build, dark blue eyes, and had short blond hair, keeping it braided into four short mats at the back of his head and his lower eyelashes were thicker than average. Prosciutto wears a dark grey two-piece suit with a spiderweb-like motif running along it, under which he wears a bright yellow shirt. Prosciutto keeps a dark collar and a large stylized brown pendant hung by a purple lace around his neck.

Pesci was intimidated by Prosciutto's menacing look of severity and trembled at the sight. "Aaugh...! Will do..!"

Prosciutto glared at him for a moment before turning his attention towards Formaggio as he took his seat. "So Formaggio, how are things going?" Formaggio answered with a small smug grin as he whipped out a key and threw it at Pesci's glass, leaving it hanging on the edge. The sudden action caused the green-haired man to recoil back.

"There, Pesci. Just consider it a gift, from me to you." He said.

"Then things are moving smoothly?" Prosciutto asked.