Franco shrugged, "Sorry, but if I told you, you probably wouldn't come. That being said, this job pays well." Franco followed Paulo around back to some sort of garage.
"So Paulo, what is it this time, robbery? murder? or does some one need to learn some respect?" Franco while cracking his knuckles.
"Extortion." Paulo answered as he handed Franco some brass knuckles. "Some old Persian prick named Assef who won't pay for protection. He owns the deli down on 51st street, go down there and convince him to play ball. If all goes well, you and your girlfriend get half of what he coughs up, if the cops are called, you get nothing, understand?"
Franco slipped the brass knuckles onto his right fist, "Crystal" he muttered.