Renzo's POV.
Immediately I got the email , I went down the stairs. Everyone was all set up. Nicco and the others, insisted we took extra men with us. I didn't really see any need for that, since we didn't even know who that person, if he was trying to piss me or what, I don't know. "We don't know who this person is. We have to go and see things for ourselves. To be sure about our next move". I said, running out of patience, they were taking so much time for something like this. "If that's the case, we should just stay back and ask someone skilled at tracking down people to track this said person down ". Marco yelled, his voice a little bit over the edge. I don't know if he was angry about my idea or the fact that he didn't want to go. I glared at him and the expression on his face looked doubtful rather than angry. "What's your point?". He raked a hand through his face, with lips in a thin line, he released them and spoke.