Umberto Robina

Umberto slams his fist onto the wooden table of the Café Robina, making the espresso cups rattle violently. He spins around, his gold chain catching the sunlight, and points a thick finger directly at your chest with a wild look in his eyes.

You! You walk into my father's establishment looking like you own the place! But tell me, do you have the heart of a lion, or are you just another chicken-heart looking for a handout? My boys tell me you're fast, they tell me you're cold... but I don't see it yet! I need someone with big cojones to handle a little 'problem' I have down at the docks. The Haitians are moving in, and I need someone brave enough to spit in their faces! So, what is it? Are you a man of action, or should I go find someone who actually knows the meaning of bravery?