In Bocca Al Lupo

23- Sway

A bit taken aback by what she just saw, Trish stared at the closet door with wide-eyes. Wondering what the hell could have happened for the only other girl here to get treated so roughly, Trish gently rubbed at her wrists at the memory of (Name) being dragged by the arms.

"Bucciarati," Trish gave a short pause, "What just happened...?"

"Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Bruno's response was quick and snappy, leaving no room for more questions. Readying himself to leave the tortoise, Bruno glanced back at Trish, "If any of them start waking up, tell them they've been ordered to stay out of the closet. This goes for you too."

"Um," Trish thought of something she could say, but held it back after considering how dangerous this Bruno guy could be, simply nodding her head and agreeing with him, "Okay."

With that, Bruno forced himself out of the tortoise and back into the driver's cab. Moving over to the controls, Bruno hit the train's brakes to stop it, fully intending to leave this place once he retrieved Mista. Wandering through the train cars briskly, Bruno finally stopped once he saw Mista's figure messing around with his gun.

"Mista, it's time to go," Bruno's voice made Mista jump. About to give a snarky reply, Mista noticed the serious look on Bruno's face and just nodded, moving to follow him closely without a word. Spotting the two bullet holes on his hat, Bruno softened enough to ask, "Mista, what happened?"

Mista reached up to feel the holes in his hat, "Ah, this? I got shot. I don't think I would've lived if it wasn't for (Name). She messed with my gun, and the bullets stopped before they went through my head."

Unable to bring himself to respond verbally, Bruno nodded and began walking, expecting Mista to follow him dutifully. Doing so gladly, Mista strolled after his Capo a bit too casually for the serious atmosphere. With a small hum, Mista spoke up, "Oh, yeah on that topic... Have you seen (Name) around? She was real upset when I last saw her, I'm worried..."

"What do you mean by that?" Bruno's question was practically devoid of emotion, having to force himself to ask. Mista shifted uncomfortably for a moment.

"Don't tell her I told you, but um... she told me not to tell you she had been crying. I guess she really doesn't want people- much less you, Bucciarati- to think she's weak or something," Mista reached up to the rub the back of his neck, "She asked me to forget I saw anything. I'm a simply guy, yeah, so normally I'd do that... but it can't be healthy to do that."

Feeling a deep ache of guilt in his heart, Bruno breathed a heavy sigh through his nose before responding quietly, "Do as she and forget about it then. For both my sake and hers."

Although Mista questioned what Bruno meant, he was given no more answer and left to follow Bruno back to the tortoise in silence. Hearing a hubbub of activity on the train, the two noticed that the aging effect was reversing itself and people on the train were returning to normal. Letting Mista get into the tortoise, Bruno picked it up and crept through the broken window of the train to make his escape, wandering in the direction of a road in order to catch a ride.

"Bucciarati," Prosciutto's voice cut through the tense silence, Bruno turning to give the blonde a steely look, "Why did you go that hard? I go hard on Pesci, but even I wouldn't go that far."

Remaining silent to size Prosciutto up, Bruno took note of the wound on his leg, "Your leg was cut by the train gears, wasn't it? You don't stand a chance against me right now. For all anybody cares, you and that other boy died back there. Leave now, and I'll spare your life."

Despite standing a bit weirdly due to his injury, Prosciutto stood his ground, "I can't leave without something."

"You already are. You're leaving this place with your life and an injured leg," Bruno stated, focusing his gaze back onto Prosciutto's leg, "If you'd like, I can give you two injured legs."