Leaving the carnival, with directions from that goth girl Alice, Emilio headed towards Dina's, hoping to find the man he was looking for.
I better make this quick.
He sped around the corner, causing mud to fling into the air and land at a poor homeless man's feet. The homeless man turned from harassing the poor woman inside the restaurant to yell a few profane words and make some gestures in the Italian's direction. Emilio ignored the man, and turned into the restaurant's parking lot. Parking his motorcycle, taking off his helmet and grabbing the box on the back of the bike, he creeped towards the door of Dina's. Inside he was greeted by the smells of delicious diner food, Baba O'Riley playing on the speakers, and two men ravenously devouring their meals, earning a disgusted look and gag from the man wearing animal pelts in the booth next to them.
Eww. No wonder Americans are so obese.
He glanced around the restaurant, his eyes landing on his target. The man named Yames was leaning against the counter, blood dripping down his knuckles as he frantically whispered to the distressed waitress. Emilio moved towards the counter and sat down at a bar stool, placing the box on the stool next to him. Occasionally glancing towards the pair, he ordered a coffee and a bagel while he waited until they were done talking so he could make his move.
