Almost comfortable with the backstreets which might prove handy some day. A building with a backdoor as the Martello member paused in his tracks. He turned to Toma pulling out a balaclava. Toma grabbed it and put it on over his head. "Don't use anything except your hand's. Leave him inside and don't mention anything about us." The gangster said before slipping off. Toma already knew what he was supposed to do as he entered the building. He made sure the door was properly closed behind him and locked..
The room looked soundproof and a single man sat in a chair as Toma stared him down. The man stared back until Toma was hovering over him his mind racing. The silence was intense as Toma thought to change his voice a little before speaking. "I hear you're the cash man or so everyone says." It was an indirect jab for the transport. If he knew anything about torture there was only one real way to go about it. "I ain't tellina y-" The man started but before he could finish his sentence Toma raised his right leg and shot forth planting his foot in the man's chest.
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