Work, work, work, that's what Argo was always doing, but his work was not the normal sitting at a desk and working at a computer. He was currently working at the bar as a bartender, in disguise. He grabbed a large bottle of Brandy and and some cups, he was planing to serve it to a small group of men near the back of the room who were whispering to then selves. They where his targets, he was planning to get as much information from them as he could, he was told that they were rival gang members, and they knew something that the Duffy Family did not.

He set the the drink down on the table and poured each one of the men a large cup of Brandy. That is what Argo did for most of the night, they'd finish there drinks, he'd pour them another, until they became drunk, and that was his time to strike. He strolled to the table and layed his hands down on the table. "Well gentleman, I heard you were part of a gang, that's pretty cool, what do you guys do." Normally the men would pull out a gun and finish him off right there, but they were to drunk to think correctly and they sung like birds. "Why thank you men, I'll be taking me leave." He hurried our the door, got in his car and speed off, leaving the men to think about what they just did. Argo made his way to the Mansion, he was supposed to report his findings, but today was the Sunday dinner, and he could not miss that.