Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32932951-20190528175712/@comment-32932951-20190529175511

Ghiaccio points at the map.

"THIS! LOOK AT THIS! IT'S A MAP I FOUND ON THE GROUND TO A TROPICAL VACATION! BETTER YET I FOUND TICKETS TO GO ALONG WITH IT! 8! THAT'S ENOUGH FOR ALL OF US, ALONG WITH SQUALO AND TIZIANO! THE ISLAND IS SHAPED LIKE A DOLPHIN, THAT'S FUCKING NUTS! ONCE THE OTHER 4 GET HERE AND WHEN WE FIND RISOTTO WE HAVE TO GO THERE! ACCORDING TO THE TICKETS THE RIDE TO GET THERE TAKES OFF IN HALF AN HOUR! WHERE THE FUCK IS NEAREST AIRPORT?! AND WHERE THE FUCK IS RISOTTO?! I KNOW HE HAD TO ESCAPE OR SOMETHING, YOU CAN'T JUST KILL THE RIZZ LIKE THAT. WE'LL FUCKING FIND HIM BEFORE THAT PLANE TAKES OFF."

Ghiaccio picks up the phone and calls Squalo.

"C'mon, fucking pick up this is important."

The tires of the ambulance screech as Melone makes a sharp turn around a corner. His eyes light up as he catches sight of most of La Squadra. The ambulance grinds to a halt on....The sidewalk. Nice parking.

Melone clambers out and starts to hobble over.