A man inside the apartment shouted, and a flurry of Italian later, a suited man with a cigarette was at the door, taking the place of what appeared to be his bodyguard.
"Heard you. Your Italian, it is terrible. This is easy, first-timer. You give me the cash, I give you the bag, and then you? You scram." He plucked the envelope from Bakura's hand, opening it and giving a low whistle before barking something back into the apartment.
"Someone, he is burning the midnight oil? Sounds about right, considering who sent you. Good customer, when shit goes pear-shaped. And shit, out there?" He grinned, exhaling a cloud of smoke into Bakura's face. "Definitely pear-shaped."
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A man inside the apartment shouted, and a flurry of Italian later, a suited man with a cigarette was at the door, taking the place of what appeared to be his bodyguard.
"Heard you. Your Italian, it is terrible. This is easy, first-timer. You give me the cash, I give you the bag, and then you? You scram." He plucked the envelope from Bakura's hand, opening it and giving a low whistle before barking something back into the apartment.
"Someone, he is burning the midnight oil? Sounds about right, considering who sent you. Good customer, when shit goes pear-shaped. And shit, out there?" He grinned, exhaling a cloud of smoke into Bakura's face. "Definitely pear-shaped."