There was the sound of dogs whining as one doberman pulled the covers and the other went over to Gregorio to wake him up, they were animals that still needed to be looked after. Gregorio groaned as he reluctantly got up, "Alright bambinos, I'm up." he mumbled as the dogs licked him awake. An afternoon shower woke him up as he got them on their leashes and was out the door, the neutral zone's park was always a nice place to relax without worrying about the mafia's business. Though today he didn't carry his glock with him but kept a butterfly knife in his pocket, the dogs were eager to get into the park. No mafia outfit for now though, he wore ripped jeans and a white tank top as he walked through the park, with the dogs and a newspaper under his arm. It was always interesting to read up on what the police had gotten a report of and which gang were slipping, finding an empty bench, he sat to read as his dogs remained by his side.