''Well, that's what we're doing, man, isn't it?''
''Nah! I don't mean that. We're just a distraction, a decoy.'' He leaned forward, and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. ''I reckon what Paddy's planning is going on behind the scenes. Ol' Giovanni is gonna quietly disappear, along with several of his Mafioso pals. Probably within the week. You mark my words...''
''Fine. Early bath for us then. And a nice supply of Chianti to go with the bacon butties when we get back.''
''Yeah - and a few packs of garlic and basil waccy an' all, mate!''
The two men walked, laughing, to the front door of the accommodation block, and placed their index fingers on the fingerprint reader.
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