Within the complex, the hooded figure walked slowly down the lively rooms, filled with drunks, bikers, and more scum, but among all these oddballs, he stood out the most. Or maybe it was because he pretty much towered over everyone there, being 6"1', almost 6"2'.
He headed straight for the back room. Organized criminal masterminds, yeah right. He went right to an empty seat on the far right.
"Good of you to join us, Silence. I heared the mission go good?" Spoke the man in the far end of the table, center, with a heavy italien accent like the man outside. Unlike the one outside, this one was capable of (inproper) english.
'Silence' was the nickname 'The Boss' of this part of the italien Mafia in this area had given the hooded man, since no one wanted to raise their voices around him, nor did he speak much. This assembly was the first 'proper' mission the Mafia would have for Silence. He had unique abilities he did not wish to explain of communication between all languages but he spoke none of the ones in 'this dimention', he had said. He would give his name, or his new name he gave himself, his codename, when he felt the time was right. If only he knew that one of the most dangerous things to him was sitting in the same room as him. So much for security.
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