Romano blinked. His vision quickly cleared again.
His phone was beeping.
Impatience began to nip at his core, and he found himself hissing. Three days.
Three damn days left.
He found himself throwing his phone down on the table, and the marching back to the living room. The message was silent between the three of them, they all knew it was going to get worse and worse the longer the waited for more information to get there, but they also knew desperate moves where unacceptable. Unless there was no other choice.
But they all knew Romano was getting desperate. Even if it was the heavy way he breathed, the two empty bottles of wine in the kitchen, or just the fact that his knuckles went white every time his phone went off, it was almost obvious, but they all knew he would never give up power. He was stubborn that way, and he needed both his family, and his little power to feel okay.
"We need to go." Romano finally stated.
"Vhat!? Romano, you can't be serious."
"You know that won't work!"
Romano glowered. "It's the only change we've got, and our best bet is San Paolo!"
The two glanced at each other.
"It's quiet, it's small, and I've been there before for business for them, they've got to be there!"
Tino stood, Ludwig furrowing his brow in either confusion or deep thought.
"Fine." Tino said.
"Vhat? Making advances vithout all of zhe information vhe need! Vhat if vhe go to zhe vrong city? Zhey could be dead vith in zhe next few days and it vill be because of our miscalculation!"
"Well it's better we get somewhere when we have the chance of finding them!" Romano spat back.
Tino simply nodded, and Ludwig let out a sigh of defeat.
"Fine. Vhe should get packing and be out vithin zhe next few hours."
"We don't have that much time."
Romano began to make his way up the stairs, but Ludwig rushed forward and snatched his arm, causing him to turn around.
"I care as much about Feliciano as you do Antonio. You need to remember zhat."
Romano blinked, clenching his jaw.
"It's not just you here. I van't to kill zhose people too. Vhat zhey have done... Vhat zhey vant to do, it's unacceptable. It can't be allowed to continue."
The stared at each other silently.
"Yea... Yeah, alright." Romano pulled his arm away and marched upstairs.
He barged into his room, marching to his closet. He threw it open, pulling out a backpack. He tossed in his handgun, and a couple magazines. He pulled a pair of knives out of his drawer, stuffing them in his pack. He pulled a heavy coat from his closet, draping it around him. He pulled more of the necessary tools out of his closet, out of an old box, and then continued to stuff the bag with what was needed. Fake IDs. An extra knife. A snack, if need be, though he laughed at himself at that thought.
After a few minutes he stood, absentmindedly glancing at his bedside.
In the dull light of the morning where two photographs.
Smiling faces, frozen, framed... Happy. But it hurt to look at those faces, those smiling faces when at that moment they where probably being hurt, and they where probably being tortured.
"Romano! We're ready when you are!"
"Coming!"
With that, he snatched up the two photos, and stuffed them in his pack.