Tone watched from the bushes, his face buried in his hands. "I work with amateurs. Literal children."
"We go in, we grab the case, we leave," Tone explained for the fourteenth time. "No shooting, no shouting, and for the love of everything holy, no 'bolinhos' until we are across the border." Naturally, things went south within three minutes. Balas e Bolinhos 3 [O Ultimo Capitulo] - ainda...
"So," Rato gasped, clutching his chest. "Are we retired now?" Tone watched from the bushes, his face buried in his hands
"Tone! I'm the godfather!" Bino shouted happily as he was swept into the ballroom by a crowd of cheering relatives. "No shooting, no shouting, and for the love
Tone sighed, a long-suffering sound that echoed through the cramped vehicle. Their mission was simple—at least on paper. They were to "recover" a legendary briefcase from a local kingpin who was currently distracted by a lavish wedding.
, staring out the window with his characteristic blankness, suddenly spoke up. "Tone? Is the beach in Porto? I don't like the sand that isn't from Porto."
Tone looked at the briefcase, then back at the road. A small, devious smirk climbed up his face. "Well... maybe one more. But only if the next one involves less seafood."