The Fratello
There was a ruckus at his boss's office. Walther refused to give up his rifle, simply because he didn't think it was proper that a soldier should go about unarmed. Naturally this did not sit well with the bodyguards and Luciano had his work cut out appeasing them. The boss was a portly gentleman with a receding hairline and pot belly showing clearly through his business suit. He was expecting to meet his new formidable addition to his group that his contact in Section 1had promised and when he saw the German walk in fully armed and with a beautiful girl in tow, he was nothing less than impressed.
"Ah, I've heard so much about you Walther. My name is Antonio. Please, take a seat," he said, rising from his chair from behind his desk. The trio strode over and sat down on the cushioned chairs in front of him, Daniela taking the seat on Walther's right while Luciano took the one on his left.
"Good afternoon Capo Antonio," Walther greeted him, placing his 416 across his lap and Daniela followed suit with her MP7. "I have left Section 2 to work for your organization. This lovely lady that I have brought along is one of the fabled child assassins from Section 2 that has been causing you much dismay-"
Walther was rudely cut off by someone bursting into the room. It was a girl with blond hair, blue eyes and yet she looked decidedly foreign, probably from one of the African states along the Mediterranean. However, her ethnicity was not the biggest concern at the moment, for in her hands was an aging shotgun with a long bayonet attached. The fresh blood on the blade explained why the guards let her in and at the same time spoke volumes about her willingness to use it if cooperation was not given. She was soon followed by a man dressed smartly in a coat and tie.
"Just like her," Walther finished quietly.
"What is the meaning of this? I don't understand," exploded Luciano. Didn't Walther bring down Section 2?
Walther gave him a sad look. "Yes, Luciano. You don't understand." Then he picked up his 416 and pulled back the charging handle. Luciano could only watch in horror as a black pyrotechnic commonly known as a blank cartridge left the chamber and sailed through the air. It was the last thing he saw before a black bag was pulled over his head and handcuffs were snapped onto his hands.