Hit!; Mercedes, Augusten, Vin
Apparently Sal didn't understand the concept of "I'm taking my vacation this week," and thought it meant that he should call her whenever some new interest struck his tiny little pea of a brain. She already did the work of three executives for the pay of a secretary, and for some reason the fact that they were cousins seemed to make Sal think he could boss her around in a way he wouldn't dare an unrelated male, just because he happened to be a few years older. If she didn't always feel the need to be on her toes if her uncle Amadeo was even so much as mentioned, she would have shoved Sal's goddamned desk nameplate down his throat a long time ago.
Now, though, not only was he cutting her Italy vacation short (her first real vacation in five damned years), but he wanted her to take on the duties of one of his Italy contacts who he did not feel the need to interrupt the vacation of. Not for the first time, Mercedes wished Sal would choke to death on something, like the very expensive pen she was going to stab him in the face with when she got home.
She snapped open her cell phone on the way back to the car, making two phone calls as she headed for Positano. She was starting to debate on whether it was really worth it to have principles, figuring maybe it was time to just give in and start sleeping her way to the top somewhere else, if for no other reason than to get the fuck out from under Sal. It was an idea she only toyed with, knowing full well that if she ever left the walls of a Moretti-owned company they'd probably stab her in the back so she couldn't tell anybody anything she knew.
Mercedes was expected when she arrived in Positano, by a group of five men who didn't take her seriously until she kneed one in the balls for trying to grab her ass, a pleasant group she made a mental note to ask for a raise just for having to deal with. She gave them the address of a villa by the coast, a description of who was there and what they were to do (kill the three kids and the security personel, take the tall brunette male as a useful hostage with minimal damage), and gave them half of their payment in advance for the job.
From there it was a wait, about an hour or two, before the brunette in question came out to go shopping. He had the two baby boys with him, as well as two security guards and the very recognizable head of Giovanni security, who took the wheel of the car instead of the usual driver.
There was a stretch of road into town, mostly quiet and perfect for their needs, and Mercedes remained back safely on high ground where she could see everything clearly. She'd already put together the sniper rifle from the case at her side, set it up on the tripod and settled in to wait. As the car finally came into view, she waited until hit had reached a good speed on the open road before she fired twice.
The first bullet was intended for the driver but missed and hit the lower level security guard in the passenger seat, killing him instantly. The second hit the front tire and blew it out, and between the two distractions the car went into a spin on the road and the hired hit team moved into action, opening initial rounds of fire from where they were hidden just a small distance up the road.