"Any trouble on your end, Pauly?" Mario asked, dragging the unconscious street performer out of the alleyway. "None. at. all." The mobster replied, still holding Yam's limp body in his arms, patting down her body in search of her phone. "This bitch nearly pulled some kind of disappearing act. Between that and what Marco said about her, she may be useful at the casino if we can actually get her to stay put." "We'll have to see if she's any useful when she wakes up. Marco wants to fuck the bitch, he tends to exaggerate. Perfect, boss was spot on, daddy's number's on the phone. We'll wait until tomorrow, send him a few pics of his brat in trouble, pier will be ours in no time, and all 4 of us will be be made men. Wanna go check on Lu-" The crack of gunfire quickly gripped both of the men's attention. "Get these two in the van, then we'll catch up to Luigi!"<br/><br/>Being shot wasn't as bad as media made it out to be. There was far too much initial shock for much pain to register. The worst part about it was the force, enough to send someone with Meredith's frame  collapsing to the ground. The moment the FUBAR tool made contact with his groin, Luigi's entire body tensed up. His legs locked, his teeth clenched, his fingers curled into fists. Unfortunately, that also meant his index finger clenched on the trigger of his pistol. With a deafening crack, a single round spiraled from the chamber, hitting the young woman directly in the stomach. As the tool fell to the ground with a heavy clank, so too did Luigi. He writhed on the pier in pain, arguably more than his own victim, whimpering like a scolded child even after his partners arrived in their unmarked black van.