—MICHELE—
“How is she?” Lorenzo asked as I strolled into my office.
He had his white bullet proof vest over his black t-shirt. In his holster was a revolver and beside it was a hunting knife. He wore thick trousers and large black boots. I’ve never seen him look so prepared for a fight before and it was reassuring for the next time we need him.
“The same stubborn woman I first met a month ago” I sighed. I slumped down into my chair and placed my handgun onto the desk.
“I’m sorry for wasting your time Lorenzo” I apologised. Lorenzo sniggered to himself and took a seat opposite me.
“We didn’t exactly know she was going to break herself out of there now did we?” He asked rhetorically.
“I suppose not”
“Amico (friend), she has escaped and she’s safe, that’s all that matters right no
