Tony sat down in his chair, completely ignoring the trivial arguments and outbursts going on around him. He just held his hat in his hand and stared at it. He was experiencing a sort of anger that had a tinge of sadness. It wasn't strong but it was there and that alone bothered him. He sighed softly before placing it back on his head, angling it so that he could lean his head against the wall without bending the rim. He remained like this for a while, simply trying to sort out what the hell he was feeling.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">Look forward to workin' with you, pal.</span>"<br/><br/>Louie suddenly perks up and fixates his eyes on the man. The hair on his back slowly starts to rise as a quiet growl starts to emanate from the dog. It crescendos until a menacing, low growl can be heard. Tony's hand slowly moves and starts to pet the dog on the head, quickly calming him down. Without a hesitation, Louie curls back up and dozes off. Tony lifts the brim of his hat and looks at Markus, taking in the bathrobe, the grin, the sunglasses, and that bump under the robe that was surely a pistol. His expression is completely neutral as he simply nods in response to the man.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkRed">How are we playing this? Going in there guns blazing? Sneaking in, digging around in their computers? Or... do we have a contact that just needs a little 'palm greasing'? All of the above maybe?</span>"<br/><br/>Tony slowly turns his head to look at the man. A small smile creeps onto his lips.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">If only Fanya's ventures were that simple.</span>"<br/><br/>Tony suddenly speaks up.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">When are we leaving? I would like to get a drink before we leave.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>