Rome
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Vittoriano
The man who was leaning on the foot of the monument was adorned in beautiful, expensive clothing. An Armani suit, coupled with a very lovely hat, a pair of expensive Prada shoes, and a Cuban cigar stuck between his lips. To anyone who didn't know better, they'd think this opulent bystander was a man of wealth and taste. Humming the theme to the champions league, he seemed just to be loafing about, having a smoke break. He noticed a mumbling drunkard throw something through the open window of his Alfa Romeo, before stumbling off into the darkness. About fifteen minutes later, he grabbed the object and drove off into the Night. As he drove down the narrow streets to his luxury apartment, he pulled open the package to find a half-eaten cannoli. What was more interesting to him, however, was the role of microfilm stuck in the corner of the box.0200 Local Time
Vittoriano
Michael Riggatone was among the Special Activities Office's best operatives, spending his time infiltrating and rounding up the last whimpers of communist and fascist resistance in the country. He was the silent, unknown hero that, in the last hours of the Italian Republic, crushed the opposition in his hand. Now, he had a new mission. One that, as a devout Catholic, he was very excited to carry out. It was time to dismantle the Freemasons, Propaganda Due, all of the globalist and shadowy conspiracies that had caused the Chaos of Italy's last 30 years. In the name of the Empire, in the name of God, it was time to put down the forces who had subverted Italy's people and threatened her. Looking at the microfilm, the pictures disgusted him: Silvio Berlusconi, a wealthy media tycoon, Several former (and one current) Generals and Agency directors, several usurious bankers, and most disgustingly of all, Victor Emmanuel IV, the supposed "King of Italy."
He was going to enjoy this job.
