The plan never went according to plan, not once had something gone off without a slight snag for D’Angelo. He sighed and pinched his nose as the old-man began to speak. Of course he was here at the behest of the Brighton family he thought. Why else would the walking armory have specifically sought him out? It was clear to D’Angelo that this old-man was here to fight, not mince words.

Deception rarely did work, and against some specifically trained to utilize and recognize it, it had a much smaller chance of success. D’Angelo was such a person, yet he wasn’t really worried and was confident in his own abilities to handle whatever it was that the old-man tried. 

“You’re right, I don’t recognize you.” D’Angelo said as he turned around and began to walk away from the old-man. “All old men look the same.” He said nonchalantly. Of course, as he turned to move the hands that had been resting on his belt reached into individual pockets. One hand would hold a small vial and the other a ceramic ball no larger than a coin.

“Now go about your business and tell the family that we will be coming for them. In force.” Continuing to walk into the darkness of the alley. Deception didn’t always work, but, that didn’t meant he wouldn’t try himself.