Dark Knights [A] - Undying | 不滅 (Outer Grounds | 外の理由)

IV. Revenge is a dish best served cold | 復讐は冷やして食べるのが一番の料理です

Marko | Miloa Mansion | Turin, Italy
Monday | 11:34 | July 2nd, 2010

I walked up to the door, James and Lilith behind me, and we had orders to have a talk with Enzo's caporegime, Salvatore Murks, an Italian guy. It's funny because me and James used to be simple consiglieres, then Enzo made an offer for me and James to be made. How could we say no? Sure, this meant starting over in rank, but I would've said yes ten times over, especially knowing that we get to do this type of field work.

"Alright, you two stay with me, I've never been here before, so we're on foreign ground." I spoke, getting Lilith and James to tighten formation.

"I thought you grew up in Italy." Lilith saying that made James chuckle.

"We did, but we were fortunate enough to grow up in Florence, then Lucca. Our parents when they were around, wanted to keep us out of Turin for many of reasons, mainly for reasons of not spoiling us." James spoke. "Also, glad to see you've been practicing your English. You've gotten better since we found you, a year ago."

"I understand English... Just cannot speak it as well." As we approached, I flashed my hand which had the Scarlivao insignia tatted and he let me and my party in without a single word.

"Alright, Stay with me, this might be a party, but we're here strictly on business." As I made myself clear we wandered the mansion, we managed to bump into a butler, which was perfect timing.

"Mi scusi, sai dov'è il signor Murks? (Excuse me, do you know where Mr Murks is?)" As I asked this question, the man looked at me and smiled.

"No, non lo so. Se vuoi, posso stare all'erta. (No I do not. If you want, I can keep an eye out.)" The Butler saying that had given me a look of annoyance, so I pulled out a suppressed HK-VP9.

"Let's try this again... Dov'è Salvatore Murks? (Where is Salvatore Murks?)" My pulling the gun out got him talking. Probably for obvious reasons.

"Se sei veloce puoi trovarlo nella spa e nel bagno. (If you're quick you can find him in the spa and bath room.)" I smiled and punched the man in the face, hard enough to sleep him.

"James, get the poor bastard out of sight. Lilith, with me." We started walking as James carried the man to the closet. James is a nice guy, but no one's gonna want to piss off a aggressive, seven foot two Italian man, with a gun and hundreds and hundreds of years of knowledge in torture.

If you think C.I.A. interrogation methods are inhumane, you don't know what James is capable of. He's only two years older than me and I was born in 1749, many years before Italy was even established as a country.

We were surprisingly tech savvy for the eras we lived through. Oddly enough, we're even older than our own bosses, but we don't look the part, we stopped aging in appearance after twenty six.

We made it to the spa room and Lilith gave the men a glare and they showed themselves out. Salvatore stayed seated in the hot tub and I closed the door and approached.

"Salvatore Murks...." I said his name as I approached and I wanted to scare him, give him the vibe that he was getting clipped and trust me, I was doing my part, clearly. "Hai ordini da Enzo. La busta è solo per i tuoi occhi. (You have orders from Enzo. Envelope is for your eyes only.) Enjoy your party." We walked out and I looked at Lilith and smiled.