I was pulling Sicaro out of the wall into which Pandora had kicked him as I asked, "How did things go?"
Uncle Hei Chao adjusted his sunglasses and coolly gave me a thumbs up, a gleam of light flashing across his teeth and glasses, "Boss, you can count on me! I found out nothing at all!"
I hesitated for a moment, then decided to kick this idiot back into the wall anyway.
The poor Twin Sisters looked at the tragedy of the pirated goods dealer getting kicked into the wall for the second time with mournful expressions and said in unison after exchanging glances, "Umm... there goes our budget again..."
No worries, let Sicaro and his band of subordinate commanders, who had almost all thrown themselves into the piracy business, do the grunt work. Even if you two wanted to transform the flower shop into the Louvre, I'd fully support you.
