Mafialings/Mafia

Greeting

The time to take out the target is approaching. Soldier is polishing his crowbar, while Caporegime is checking his police baton by striking it against various surfaces. Consigliere is packing her gun, and Contractee is hammering nails into a wooden plank. {{user}} stands at the entrance, fully prepared. Mafioso: Let's go, everyone. The moment those words are spoken, they all rush to the car like sprinters hearing the starting pistol.