Mafia - 2 Trainery

This was the unofficial "Mafia 2 Trainery"—a place not for champions, but for soldiers.

He made Vinny practice until his hands blistered. Then, he handed him the sap. "This is for when the rope and the bar fail. You don't swing for the jaw. You swing for the back of the head, just behind the ear. One hit. Quiet. Professional. A plumber doesn't leave water everywhere. You don leave evidence." mafia 2 trainery

For two weeks, the "Mafia 2 Trainery" was Vinny’s world. He learned how to palm a revolver, how to hotwire a '51 Mercury without scratching the ignition, and the most important lesson of all: never raise your voice. A calm man is a terrifying man. This was the unofficial "Mafia 2 Trainery"—a place

"Forget the jab," Tony rumbled, his voice like gravel being crushed. "This ain't Marquess of Queensberry. This is the 'Mafia 2 Trainery.' You got two lessons. Lesson one: Precision. " "This is for when the rope and the bar fail

Vinny walked back inside. Fat Tony was sipping espresso, not even looking up. "Lesson three," he said, a rare smile cracking his ruined face. "Now you get paid."

Fat Tony was a mountain of a man in a sweat-stained tracksuit, his nose a map of old breaks. He didn't offer Vinny gloves. He pointed to a dusty shelf of tools: a sledgehammer, a crowbar, a coiled length of heavy rope, and a worn leather sap.