The crew in the bus burst out into laughter.
"This guy thinks he's a council man already," mocked one of the soldiers in the back.
"Now that's a man that thinks he's in a movie," mocked another.
Ried's little speech really lightened up the mood in the moving vehicle but soon there was silence and each soldier was contemplating the mission and its importance.
Each with his or her own interpretation of what this mission meant to them. Piettro was seated in front and he knew how terrible things can get if the Mafia become heavily evolved. The risk of there being a war on two fronts was more than possible. A fight against the Fascedas was hell enough but a war against the Fascedas and the Quantus was unthinkable. He pondered on a situation where he may have to decide on a side to join should things turn for the worse, the thought provoked a series of plans that were incomprehensible and inconclusive. Adria leaned forward, she was sat in the row of seats that were right behind the driver.