in which adamo and vico learn to WORK TOGETHER~

[aphelionix]

Adamo was in over his head on this one.

His small group had an assignment for him, but it was impossible to do on his own. All the others were tied up with their own missions, but Adamo assured their leader he could arrange something. The infiltration itself wouldn't be difficult, but he needed a partner - and that was where Vico came to mind. He was smaller; better at not being noticed. Adamo was not so lucky, with his looks and slight fame. It wasn't as though the show was incredibly popular, but just enough people seemed to recognize him to dampen the speed of his more public assignments.

And this one was in a five star hotel, downtown, at a formal event of about three-hundred. Lucky for Adamo, it was something of a film appreciation event; the perfect way to get him and Vico inside.

"Per favore," Adamo pleaded, leaning over to Vico so he could hear him over the bar's loud crowd and music. "Help me out with this one. None of my team is available, and it is important."

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forgot me again huh...

[tactician]

Vico didn't need prompting to break out into a run following Adamo. The car wasn't far off, but it seemed to be leagues away when their pursuers finally made their way to the ground floor, the shouting behind them giving away the fact that they had spotted them. One or two silenced gunshots rang out - as not to alarm the high-profile guests inside, no doubt, but thankfully, their aim wasn't all that great in the darkness of night, with only far-off streetlamps and the glow from the windows indoors to provide for light.

They all but tumbled into the car, its passenger compartment open in wait for them, and Vico twisted around without even waiting for Adamo to retrieve his leg from under where Vico sat on it to pull the door shut. "Drive!" he hissed to whoever was at the wheel.

NO... I just... have a cluttered inbox...

[aphelionix]

One bullet nicked one of the taillights as they ran, Adamo jerking to the side. That was too close to hitting him.

Adamo jumped inside after Vico, staying low in his seat. The driver hardly seemed alarmed, a cigarette tightened between his teeth, pulling out of their parking space and immediately slamming on the gas. Adamo all but flopped onto Vico at the sharp turn they made out of the parking lot and onto the road. He peered into the rear view mirror - no one behind him but two shrinking silhouettes. They were clear.

"Thanks, Alfonso," Adamo eventually gasped out.

NOW I'M A SLOW TO REPLY

[tactician]

"Get off of my face," Vico hissed, nose smashed against where Adamo's shoulder had fallen against it with the turn. He managed to pull one arm up from where it was squashed between the other man's larger weight and wedged it between them, using his elbow to free some space for himself, even if it was less-than-kind for the other party involved.

A quick glance at the rearview mirror confirmed that the driver was the same waiter from inside the event hall, another of Adamo's teammates. He had probably been waiting for them after the lobby chat-and-dine had ended, when all the guests had been ushered into the viewing hall. Vico had never thought he'd be so glad to see a face from that whole stuffy ordeal again, but this clearly proved him wrong.

"Who was that?" he asked, figuring one of the two would give him an answer. As guest-backup, he was less clued-in on the details and background of the mission than the actual team involved; it was a fair question to ask.

NOT AS SLOW AS LAIN

[aphelionix]

"The scary part?" Alfonso started to say, exhaling smoke - hardly the shy champagne boy they saw inside. "No idea."

Adamo straightened himself up in his seat as the car became steady, strapping in. He preened his suit, frowning at the dirt and dust all over it. He gave Vico's own attire a similarly sad look.

"Not a hard guess to say they're Abstergo agents," Adamo piped in, much less dramatic than his partner up front. "They must've caught on."

No one is as slow as Lain.

[tactician]

"Maybe just hotel security?" Vico offered, tapping fingers against the armrest inside the car door. "We were technically breaking into a high-profile room."

As if they would be that lucky.

He sighed, shaking out his shoulders and closing his eyes as he leaned back against the leather seat. He didn't hear any indication of a motorized chase, which meant they were in the clear for now. Whoever their pursuers were, they obviously hadn't gotten a clear enough impression of their targets to follow up on the investigation. "At least that's done with."

As exciting as Adamo's brand of missions seemed to be, at least Vico's didn't require a dress code.

true this

[aphelionix]

"I don't think they would shoot anyone," Adamo mused. "I don't think security is even armed."

Reaching over, Adamo tugged on the tear in Vico's vest with a sigh. It was special tailored by none other than Luciano. In retrospect, inviting Luciano might have been the wiser move - but in honesty, he trusted Vico working by his side. He wanted to test the waters, see if they'd make compatible partners in missions. Of course, he didn't expect things to go so awry.

"He's gonna have a fit over this."