The Count was not accustomed to waiting. He hated waiting. The machinations he had set in motion would solidify his powerbase here in Liberty City. Waiting simply delayed them.
His underlings, Bert and Ernie, finally rounded the corner in their Escalade.
"Ten! Ten minutes late! Ah ah ah!" The Count cackled; most thought it was simply a mannerism. Bert and Ernie knew better. They knew what happened to those who crossed The Count. Oscar knew, too. He wasn't always living out of a trash can- that happened after he tried to doublecross The Count, who then made sure that Oscar never worked in Liberty City again. That he was still alive was testament to some kind of wicked patience that The Count possessed.
"Sorry, boss. Had to feed the pigeons. Ernie locked us out again."
"Hey, Bert! I told you we needed to get that lock checked!"
"Silence! Do you have the goods? The Snuffalufagus only crosses through here every so often. The Bird says he's due later today. I want to make sure we're there for the exchange."