✍ VOICE MAIL

[chose_death]

All matters concerning the Police Service will be spoken quickly and accurately. You will be called upon as soon as it is deemed necessary.

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IC || Voice

[punchesbards]

Ciao, signore. I have a proposition for you, if I may?

A friend of mine wishes to open a brothel in Somni. I was told to contact you for approval and whatever I need to fill out for everything to go smoothly.~

IC || Voice

[chose_death]

[Javert's expression remains, for the most part, unchanging. Ezio receives perhaps a slight curve of an eyebrow. He rattles off a brief set of instructions in a matter-of-fact, swift manner.]

So tell your band of whores to get their papers from police headquarters. They must have them filled by a physician. I won't have them working the streets without a clean bill of health.

[He fixes a level, cold, intense gaze on Ezio, with a momentary lapse in speech.]

Are your women of the town diseased?

IC || Voice

[punchesbards]

[ Ezio is unphased by all of it. The man is doing his job, so what can he say? "No, to hell with your papers, and yes they all have VD's galore and there's nothing you can do about it." Yeah, no. ]

I'll send them down immediatamente, ispettore.

[ And he would, since Paola wants the damn brothel up as soon as possible. Making him do everything. What else is new? ]

I assure you they're not. It wouldn't be good for business, si?

IC || Voice

[chose_death]

[He mutters through his teeth,] You should assume not.

[The Inspector jots a quick note to his administrative assistant - Charlie Pace.]

The administrator at the desk will have the papers for you. And by the way, please keep your women from getting too aggressive. I am not so tolerant of claws and teeth.

IC || Voice

[punchesbards]

Grazie, they'll be down shortly to retrieve them.

[ snerk. ]

Noted, signore. [ NO PROMISES. BYE. ]