Seth was sitting at the desk and cutting up fruit for the trip for all three of them. Domenico would most probably prefer chocolate, but he ate that all the time, so Seth needed to make sure Dom was getting his vitamins as well. Were they in Italy, it would have been much easier to shop around on the way, but here, they couldn’t really predict whether they’d find a place with healthy food options or some fucking deep-fried hot dogs.

Just next to him, Dom had been shouting at Dana for the past quarter of an hour, so Seth spaced out at some point, but he got back to listening when he heard a mention of tanks. He’d also been curious about the heavy artillery the club seemed to own. Not to mention the helicopter. That was pretty cool.