If he was after money, he’d have a better time trying to get friendly with Polpo and his gambling monopoly. Formaggio couldn’t help but be sympathetic to him, he was holding up remarkably well considering all that happened to him since Trish got her claws in him. But he could respect what he was trying to do, and at the end of the day, it was beneficial for the both of them.
“ – Nah, but she didn’t need to. That’s Illuso’s job, and what do you know, he’s good for something.” Clearly, the assassin held little love for the mentioned team-member. He was quick to clarify who he spoke of, as Josuke wasn’t yet acquainted with all of them as well as he was. “ – He’s the guy that lurks in mirrors nearly every waking minute. The pig-tailed bastard, as I like to call him.”
Stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked, he kept his gaze alert around the parking lot for something of use later on. He’d be hard-pressed to make it look like a freak hit-and-run accident like the last job, so he’d need something else. He took to answering Josuke’s question properly as he idly looked.
“He’s a minor politician, works for the Minister of Trade. Goes by the name ‘Lisandro Bottari’” From his pockets he withdrew something that looked like.. a brochure, shoving it at the younger man to look at. Seemed like a typical thing that was often posted to houses or given to by representatives on the street. The man in question was present in a photograph, depicting a fairly portly, middle-aged, brown-to-greying haired male.
“ – Could’ve avoided all of this if he wasn’t intent on ruffling our feathers. If there’s anything we know about the Boss, it’s that he’s more protective of his drug routes than his own daughter.” He had no other explanation why Trish was allowed to even interact with the hitman squad other than her father plainly didn’t care. Kinda sad, if she wasn’t who she was.
Approaching the door to the club, he rapped his knuckle three times on it, seeing the viewing slide peel back and two, hardy eyes glaring at him. Formaggio only needed to briefly show the Passione crest before they heard the sound of the door unlock, granting him and Josuke entry into the club. He glanced back at his ‘student’
“I’ll give you one chance to wait in the car if you want, but this won’t be the last time you might need t’ go to a strip club to get information or even a target.” he shrugged. Formaggio could understand someone being repulsed by such a thing, though he was testing Josuke to see what might’ve been his limit, what he was willing to set aside of himself to do. “ – I don’t exactly know what you’re into, after all.”
Josuke scrambled to open the brochure, studying their target’s description very carefully. Minister of Trade? He completely understood why that would pose a problem for Passione and their drug routes. Then, it clicked. Josuke recognized this man! “Lisandro Bottari...”, he repeats, trying to remember where he heard the name before.
Right before the two got to the front entrance and was given clearance to enter the club, he pocked the brochure and was snapped out of his deep thought with Formaggio’s offer. Josuke immediately shook his head. “No.”, he refused. “If I’m here to learn how to do a job, it wouldn’t be wise to sit this one out. How am I expected to get the job if I don’t have experience?”
As they entered the noisy, pulsing club, Josuke immediately blushed. It wasn’t like it was the first time he had seen a woman’s bare...assets, but they way they were moving and the whole atmosphere of it all was definitely shocking to the young man. He looked over to Formaggio. They way he made his way through the club, it definitely seemed like he was a regular here.
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