Valentino was upstairs observing the street after warning Ferd of the visitors that seemed to be flowing down the street. He was rummaging through the letters, the first one he ran across was an envelope that was covered in this strange writing, something about it gave him the heebie jeebies. He signed a cross and flipped that one to the back, maybe Ferd should deal with that one. The next one was stuffed with about five letters. Almost one was addressed to people unknown to Val, except two of them, one for his father and another for Ferd. He saw Ferd run out and start yelling some nonsense about some paint to one of the visitors. He made his way to the top of the staircase and observed. The large man spoke in professional tone while the definitely smaller man pattered on quickly. The small, quick talking man activated Val's instinct for coppers, he squinted his eyes.

	Val strolled down the stairs hands stuffed in his pockets, his left hand wrapped around his 9mm Beretta with his other hand clutching the letters he found upstairs. Partner huh? Ain't that a pretty picture, but when in Rome. Usually the only partner Val really had was a lookout or the occasional passenger he took up north.

	"Well we gotta dick and some kind of strong man, we might be starting our own freak show, eh boss." Val chuckled at his own joke as he took his spot beside his newly found 'partner,' 

	" Now I might have left some identification back home, but that doesn't excuse the rest of this poor ensemble." Val kept his pocket gun pointed at the two men, hoping they had names that matched the letters. Otherwise this whole thing might have to be handled and Val really wasn't feeling the need to send these folks up to Saint Peter.