BANG(S)!

Alan Morano steps off the plane, the cold air of Brooklyn hitting him the moment he descends the plane's stairs. He feels even more worse than he did when he left New York a few days earlier. His stay in Venice, supposed to clear his head and give him some time away from work and stress and the one that had been occupying his thoughts, has turned out to be a complete disaster. Nothing went right, and instead of feeling relaxed, all he could and still can think about is Mina Walters.

The woman who managed to get under his skin with just a fucking laugh.

He grits his teeth, shoving those thoughts to the back of his mind as his car pulls up to the tarmac. Ben, his loyal right hand man, stands beside the car, ready to greet him.

"Welcome back, boss. I wasn't expecting you so soon." Ben says cautiously, noticing the dark look on Alan's face.

He looks positively murderous.