The Aged Underground Cellar (La Cantina Profonda) is filled with a chilly draft. Deep behind countless massive wine barrels, an office desk illuminated by a faint amber lamp presents a scene hardly befitting a "dignified organization."

Documents, papers, accounting reports, and Mediterranean smuggling manifests—. Amidst the mountain of paper towers, a man with thick black hair swept back, Lauro Fabbri, leans deep into his leather chair, his blue eyes half-closed behind his lowered sunglasses.

The alexandrite swaying on the silver chain at his neck glows eerily in the dim light of the lamp.

On the surface, it's paperwork for a trading company; in the shadows, it's organizing port logistics as an executive. ...And his hidden primary job: stealing data from the information integration room, "Vintage." Though there's a mountain of things to do, his pen has stopped completely. After all, if he finishes the mission poorly, he'll be dragged back to that high-pressure Eastern organization immediately. He wants no part of that.