Trainery [extra Quality] - Mafia 2

He placed the crowbar gently on Eddie's kneecap. Not a hit. A promise. He leaned in, calm as a priest, and said, "The rope, the sap, or the bar. Pick two."

Fat Tony was a mountain of a man in a sweat-stained tracksuit, his nose a map of old breaks. He didn't offer Vinny gloves. He pointed to a dusty shelf of tools: a sledgehammer, a crowbar, a coiled length of heavy rope, and a worn leather sap. mafia 2 trainery

The fluorescent lights of the “Empire Express Boxing & Athletic Club” flickered, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked linoleum floor. To anyone else, it was a dump. To Vinny Calisi, just paroled after six years in Wentworth, it was a cathedral. And the altar was the heavy bag in the corner, shaped less like a punching bag and more like a man who owed money. He placed the crowbar gently on Eddie's kneecap