Mancini's eyes grow progressively wider as event seem to spiral out of everyones control. His hand seems to close over the book instinctively as he snarls. "Yeah? Well you just keep on watching. You watch real good, you're gonna need eyes in the back of your head from now on. All of ya's!".<br/><br/>His voice winds down as he realises that no one seems to be paying him the slightest attention, except for Junior. He takes careful note of the hand inside jacket and begins to back away slowly, hands dropping to his sides, perhaps whatever adrenalin that has been fueling his rage flowing from his system. "Goddamn useless son's-a-bitches. If'n they ain't dead I'm gonna kill them myself." he mutters. "Easy my ass."<br/><br/>((And Mica is up to finish out the round))