Quietly, with footsteps that didn't echo against the tiled marble floors despite the fact that they shined as if just polished, and the awkward slight heel of his dress shoes, Vico circled around the perimeter of the large room until he was standing at Adamo's side, waiting expectantly for the other man to drop the pretense of the phone call. Despite the real initiation of their mission duties, Vico felt a little tension ease from his shoulders. This was much more of his kind of stint. No more stuffy collars or worrying about stepping on ladies' gown trains. He even reached up to loosen his tie, breathing a sigh of relief as his collar finally seemed inclined to let him breathe.

"Never again, Adamo," he swore darkly.