Horus felt his heart stop when Mancini mentioned he saw through the disguise, then felt its beating resume when the man said his ghoulification would be advantageous. The man reminded Horus of people who would sell used cars in the old world, he just had a distrustful look about him. However, this lead regarding Darlia was a good starting point for getting information on the Lazzari family and their dealings with the Pagans. 

Horus took the slip of paper and quickly read over the address. 

[color=green]"Thanks."[/color] He muttered, then made his way to the door of the casino.

Horus had no interest in speaking to Mancini any longer than he had to. The man just gave him a bad vibe and decided to save his questions for Murilo Esteves. In hindsight it was probably unwise to accept a job without discussing payment, but Horus was still new to the mercenary scene and was bound to make these beginner's mistakes.

As Horus stepped outside the casino he removed his bandana and riding goggles. Based on what Mancini said Horus assumed Murilo had to be a fellow ghoul and knew he wouldn't need the disguise. As he strolled towards Reno's East Side he quickly checked over his weapons and double checked they were loaded and ready. Mancini mentioned that Murilo would be more willing to talk to a ghoul, but that wouldn't mean they'd roll out the red carpet for him. Horus secretly feared they might send him on another errand just to get the opportunity to see Murilo. He also wondered why Murilo would continue the feud with Darlia. If Murilo wanted her dead Mancini's previous praise for Murilo's power in the city was either oversold or Darlia is exceptional at avoiding assassins. Either way he had a strange feeling things didn't add up and there was more to it than Mancini let on.

Continuing down the streets New Reno Horus was heckled and burdened by beggars and addicts calling to him for handouts. He kept his gaze forward and ignored them to the best he could manage. Every time one walked up Horus couldn't help but notice all the signs of disease and sickness almost crying out to the Follower in him. He mind lingered on the few tins of Fixer he had in his medical bag but he knew it wasn't enough for all of them. A part of him wanted to stop and treat them, even just one of them, but he continued forward. Horus felt like he was being tested, like the world wanted to know if he was really set on the mercenary life. 

Arriving at the mansion from the rear Horus had the opportunity to circle the building and take in the sight. If one thing was to be taken as truth from Mancini it was the the building certainly was a mansion. Almost perfectly rectangular apart from the entrance which jutted inwards towards the mansion, allowing for an almost miniature courtyard with a small fence and path to the front door. 

As Horus approached the door he was greeted by a harsh stare from the guard.

[color=green]"I'm here to see Mr.Esteves"[/color]