(starter for @amorettos , you choose which muse would greet them.)
“Just before we get there, I want it known that this just feels bad.” Oran glances in the rearview window, chauffeur cap irritating the hell out of him. He didn’t wear hats usually, but it was necessary for the story. Erasmo shrugged, fingers twisting around the cane, a part of his story.
“Everything is going to be fine. We’re not even setting up a proper sting yet. We aren’t sure if this family is really involved or if it’s just rumors. I mean, the supposed leader doesn’t even show his face much, so they could be small players in the Mafia scene. This is simply getting a foot in the door and seeing if they’ll take the bait.”
“We’re the bait.” Bait that wasn’t really used to this sort of scene. Hell, he didn’t speak Italian except for ten words, even with the crash course he tried to plow through for this. Neither of them worked on mafia cases before, or even a lot of undercover, though Erasmo had done more than him. The whole idea was that even if they were discovered, the fact that they operated with an unusual aspect of the FBI meant that their guards would stay low. Oran just knew there was going to be a way this would blow up. Which is why he refused to let Ailbe know. The hotel was in front of them now, and he parked. “Well, fish chum, ready?”
Erasmo nodded, and Oran closed his eyes, reminding himself of his part. Irishman working security for a Brazilian businessman. His boss was here to see about securing a private lounge for a meeting. The meeting was the real bait, but first, they had to secure the location. Sliding out of the car, he went and opened Erasmo’s door, falling into position behind him.
At least the role of security watch was familiar. He was always chosen for security details and even had a short stint as a security guard elsewhere. So that part he fell into perfectly, back ramrod straight as Erasmo walked to the front counter. Erasmo spoke quietly, his accent perfect
