Whoa, those chopper gals were straight out of an action movie!" Vixen plopped down, curiosity oozing from every word.
Nico admitted with a shrug, eyes glued to the keyboard, had that classic secretive vibe. "They're a league of their own, trust me. But hey, mission time, Vix."
"Wait up, spill more on these Syndicate ladies," Vixen pushed, hungry for deets.
"The Syndicate? Honestly Vix, I don't know much about them either," Nico shrugged, searching for words like a scavenger hunt.. "Just rumors mostly. Whispers of an elite squad of femme fatales kicking bad guys to the curb before vanishing without a trace."
He let out an amused huff. "But you know how rumors are around here. I'll believe it when I see it."
Vixen's eyes now fixed on the monitor, "uh huh, sure. Because masked ladies dropping from helicopters shooting up the place is totally normal in this city," she quipped sarcastically. "Alrighty then, their own gig. Let's focus on ours," Vixen brushed it off casually.
Nico chuckled under his breath. She wasn't wrong. Their world was pretty damn twisted.
In the dim room, Vixen's fingers were like lightning on the keyboard, cracking encrypted codes. Each tap was like a chess move, uncovering the hideout of Santino, the hitman they were after in the mafia jungle.
"Found the snake's hole," Vixen declared, satisfaction glinting in her eyes.
Don Corleone? Big cheese in Palermo, playing besties with Nico's pops. Nico cut comms and sniffed out their upcoming deal. Now, he's hustling to nail down the deal's coordinates.
"Gotcha!" Vixen smirked, eyes gleaming. She was quick on the draw, adding more fuel to her revenge-fire.
Nico's amusement faded. Right. Back to business. He straightened, glancing over her shoulder at the decrypted data. "Nice work, Vix. Ol' Santino's days are numbered."
"Staying ahead of the game, huh?" Vixen shot Nico a cheeky grin.
"You're a natural," Nico admitted, a tad worried. "But Santino's no joke. He's the Don's attack dog; one slip, and it's game over."
She smirked back at him. "Was there any doubt?"
Nico watched from the sidelines, proud yet worried. Sure, she was skilled. Dangerously so. But this was the big leagues now, and one wrong move could be their undoing. And there lingered this gut feeling that she might flip the script anytime.
"Cocky much?" Nico shook his head, trying to ease the thoughts creeping in.
"Just remember, Santino's one nasty bastard," he cautioned. "We've got to play this smart. No room for mistakes. First, let's uncover their next meeting zone"
Vixen rolled her eyes dramatically. "Geez Nic, lighten up. I've got this." She cracked her knuckles, eyes glinting.
Nico was like the maestro of this secretive language, painting a picture of mafia Morse code. 'This code's our ticket to their inner circle,' he nudged Vixen.
Determination practically radiated off Vixen as she cracked these codes.
Day and night, Vixen was on a grind, making these encrypted hieroglyphs her jam. She dug up all sorts of dirt – secret deals, shady hangouts, becoming a mafia code-breaking ninja, one message at a time. It was like she was out there writing the mafia's diary.
"Ta-da!" Vixen waved a memo like she just won a jackpot. Her eyes sparkled, full of this 'I cracked the Da Vinci code' kind of vibe.
Nico was duly impressed. "When's the big moment?" he asked, curious as a cat. "Tonight, poker night!" Vixen added, jazzed up.
"You're getting the hang of this quicker than I thought," Nico remarked, genuinely impressed as he looked over the decrypted memo.
Vixen shot him a playful smirk. "What, you didn't think I had it in me?"
"No no, I knew you were a fast learner." Nico held his hands up defensively. "It's just, most folks struggle to grasp all these secret codes and symbols. But you're picking it up like a pro."
"Guess I've got a knack for it." Vixen shrugged nonchalantly, but her eyes shone with pride. She lived for these little moments of praise from Nico.
"And sure my darling, you gonna get the most pleasurable moment of your life after this", Nico seductively whispers to her ear after planting a soft kiss to her lips.
Nico's expression turned serious again. "So the poker game tonight, eh? That's our shot." He absently checked his gun. "Santino won't see it coming. But we've gotta be quick, clean. No mistakes."
Vixen gave him a pointed look. "C'mon, this is me we're talking about. I don't do mistakes."
"Getting cocky now?" Nico raised an eyebrow.
"Confident," Vixen corrected with a sly grin. "I know what I'm capable of."
Nico regarded her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright Vix, I trust you. Let's finish this son of a bitch, once and for all."
Vixen's grin widened. She cracked her knuckles and loaded her gun. "Music to my ears. That rabid dog's gonna be put down tonight."
The poker den was dim and hazy with cigar smoke as they cruised toward this shady poker spot.
Vixen scanned the room, spotting Santino's loud, obnoxious laugh before she saw the man himself.
"Cocky bastard," she muttered. "He won't be laughing soon."
Nico and Vixen knew they had to mess with communications to throw the guards off their game. They had this fancy tech to jam all signals, but the timing had to be spot-on.
"Showtime," Vixen's fingers dancing across the keys. "About to jam 'em," she tells Nico, all stealth-like.
"Hit it," Nico nods, eyes glued to the screens like a hawk.
Vixen worked her tech magic, and boom! The disruption kicks in, and it's chaos central. Radios crackle, screens go berserk, and it's like the guards hit a tech tornado.
"Let's go" Nico whispered, and they slinked through the shadows, blending in with the panicked crowd. The earpieces barely worked, but they'd practiced enough to communicate in code bursts.
They slid past the security goons disguised as staffers, tricked out trays hiding their weapons. Vixen's cocktail shaker was really a slick little pistol. Nico's serving knife - more like a throwing blade.
"We've got our shot," Nico whispers, signaling Vixen.
Vixen kept her cool as they neared the poker table, but her pulse was racing. This was the moment they'd planned for. Time to take the shot.
Nico gave her a tense nod. "Steady now..." He eyed Santino, oblivious still. "Let's end this."
Vixen steeled herself, weapon ready, eyes on the prize. "Locked and loaded, partner. Sayonara, sucker."
Then Nico signals, and all hell breaks loose! Santino's down, chaos explodes. Vixen swiped the cash while Nico held down the fort.
They scrambled for the exit, bullets flying everywhere. The thrill of the perfect hit mixing with the thrill of escape. They bail into the maze of alleys, sirens in the distance, adrenaline pumping. It's like a rollercoaster of triumph and danger as they dodge through the city's underbelly.