[h1][color=orange]Saint Frank[/color][/h1]
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First buzz.

Frank took his hand away from his holster and turned his head. Cliff and Baba did the same, holding their positions and keeping an eye on Ben, who was still seated. Frank eyed the man who'd just entered the building, taking a few steps towards him.

"A-are you men Vivaio und Sons? I vas comingk to see if I could set up appointment sometime. My mozzer is in Hospice." He asked.

Whatever he was trying to pull, it wasn't working. Frank simply chuckled a bit, the B-movie German accent striking his funny bone some. He raised his hands at his men, making sure they weren't about to do anything brash. Common sense was finally catching back up with him. He ceased his chuckling and looked back at the man, speaking out.

[color=orange]"Nah, nah..."[/color] Frank said, shaking his head. [color=orange]"We're all here for the same reason as you, pal. So cut the shit."[/color]