Vico's expression was tightly contained and thoroughly uncomfortable. Assassins were adaptable, of course, but even they had preferences, and right now? This sort of scene, with its high-profile participants and a thousand flashing lights from a thousand different cameras? This was not anywhere near what he preferred.

To his credit, he hadn't complained (yet), even if he had been shoved and had his toes stepped on a few times already by taller, more glamorous event-goers. "I can see why they passed this golden opportunity," he said dryly, fidgeting with the high collar of his dress shirt. He had escaped (but only barely) a full three-piece suit ensemble and he had strictly drawn the line at makeup, but that didn't mean he was comfortable now.

"Since it's such a blast and all."