2 Trainery - Mafia

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.

Vinny had been sent here by his cousin, Leo, who still had juice in the Falcone crime family. "You wanna be a 'made man,' Vinny? First, you gotta be a useful man," Leo had grunted over a plate of overcooked ziti. "Go see Fat Tony at the gym. He don't teach you how to punch. He teaches you how to work ." mafia 2 trainery

He set up three bricks on a cinderblock. "That's a lock. That's a kneecap. That's a skull. Use the crowbar. Hit the middle brick. Only the middle brick. In this life, collateral damage is expensive." For two weeks, the "Mafia 2 Trainery" was Vinny’s world

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." Vinny had been sent here by his cousin,

"Lesson two," Tony said, dragging over a heavy dummy stuffed with old rags and newspapers. He tied the rope around its neck and tossed the other end to Vinny. "Debt collection. You don't strangle. You remind . Pull just enough to make his eyes water. Make him hear his own heartbeat. That’s where the signature goes."

And for the first time, Vinny understood. The Mafia 2 Trainery wasn't a place to learn how to fight. It was where you learned how to disappear a problem. And in Empire Bay, that was the only skill that mattered.