The surveillance room, like any ordinary surveillance room, was filled with monitors depicting various scenes of events going on. Three men were lazing in their seats, either blankly staring at the monitors or their phones, while one of them was sleeping. The smell of stale coffee drifted in the air as various snack wrappers were strewn across the floor.
It was obvious that this room hadn't been cleaned in a long time, the air smelled stale and no window was open.
In simple words, it was suffocating.
Arcangelo stood in the doorway, staring at the scene in front of him. Wondering if this is how things looked like on a daily basis: full of lackadaisical people.
Salvatore shuffled in beside him, an eyebrow raised at their lack of awareness before looking to the Boss, waiting for some inst
