Post by Vito The Don on May 21, 2009 23:45:34 GMT -5
Vito sits drinking his vodka content to just sit around after a long couple of days. Suddenly his phone goes off, and after the ring gets to annoying to ignore, is forced to answer. "Hello?... No, not yet. On strike? Oh, our strike, not on strike. Inneffective? What? 70lbs of high grade explosive is ineffective? T.O.W.? Of course we have them.... Yeah at least ten, call me if you need anything else. Actually take the" Vito mumbles for a second so as not to be overheard" You got that? Alright, contact on end. Goodluck, and god speed." He throws the cellphone into one of his bags and lets out a defeated sigh. "It never ends, ever, goddamn button men want to kill every group in sight without thinking about the complications it gives me."