[It’s not right. It’s not right at all. Dante has seen that haunted look throughout his entire life, mainly from his brother. He can’t help but stare for a moment as he watches the boy. While the young man can’t be any older than eighteen or so, he can tell that this kid lived a rough damn life.]

You need more than just money to keep guys like these on the payroll. [He comments while glancing around in hopes of finding another lead.] You also need conviction to pull something like this off.

If you lack that, then a scheme like this falls completely apart at the seams.

[Especially since the men in question are contending against the fucking yakuza. Your average hitman isn’t going to want to do that for just a few measly bucks. There has to be something sweeter in the deal for their mysterious ninjas to put themselves in the crosshairs. Dante just doesn’t know what it could be.]

I did. [He gives the injured youth another glance.] I tried to shoot the bastards down but they were too fast.

I’m guessing you met with the sharp end of a sword or two.