Danny raised his hands placatingly, leaning back a bit. "All right, all right; no need to bust my balls, OFFICER." He made sure to twist the word around a little for emphasis, but he continued, ticking off on his fingers as he summarized his points.
"One: Benedetti fucked up. That bit's irrelevant, nothin' ya need to worry yer pretty head over. Two: He wants out bad, and he's willin' ta do whatever it takes to make sure that happens. He's desperate, and therefore, stupid: ripe for manipulation. Three: Some goons have his girl holed up in a certain location that I can reveal to you... provided my demands are met to my satisfaction."
He folded his hands behind his head in leisurely manner, a cocky grin lining his porcelain features as he let the impact of his words sink in for a moment.
"Just in case ya weren't aware, Benedetti's the type who's a fly onna wall. He's muscle; seen, but not seen, ya dig? He knows his shit, and a lotta other folk's shit too. He's the type of guy who's really worth his weight in info... info that you'd be interested in."
He unlaced his fingers from behind his head, and refolded them neatly in his lap, the grin never fading, but taking on a more predatory appearance.
"Interested enough to score your old pal Danny a service revolver outta the armory."
