Nunzio finally settles on a pocket, pistol-grip crossbow and a length of piano wire … just in case … while I opt for a blowgun and a nice set of throwin’ knives. For those of youse who may be surprised by the latter choice, I would note that while I might not be as good as Snake is, I am still no slouch when it comes to shivs. Unfortunately I cannot provide youse with references to this fact, as those who would be in a position to testify on the degree of my skill from firsthand experience are, un fortuitously, no longer with us … but I digress.
“You know, Guido,” Nunzio sez, startin’ to stash his gear in the spiffy civilian clothes we’re now wearin’ again, “there is one problem with us taking this contract on ourselves.”
“What’s that?”
“Well, if we get caught afterwards, which as Big Julie points out is a definite possibility if not a probability, then we are again faced with a situation where it looks like the Mob is interfering with the kingdom of Possiltum.”
“Come on, Nunzio,” I sez. “We have been workin’ for the Mob for a number of years now, and in all that the time the authorities have not even come close to provin’ there is any direct connection between ourselves and that august organization.”
“I wasn’t thinking about the authorities,” my cousin sez, grim-like. “I was thinking about Don Ho and the other Mob bosses to which Don Bruce referred.”
“Oh … Yeah.”
I had not considered this, but it is definitely a point worth reflectin’ upon. However, I am still unwillin’ to let one of the others on the M.Y.T.H. Inc. team take the fall instead of us.