[In contrast, many of the picciotto--the low-level members--couldn't see Maiza as anything but a guy with a head for math and money. Even Firo, his devoted defender, didn't find out the truth about Maiza's physical skills until later.

That picture probably wouldn't come as a comfort to Luke.

Firo tilts his head to the side, realizing he doesn't know too much about what Czes knows.]

Makes sense. We're not as big on hidin' it as those Mafia guys are, but most people just aren't interested in that kinda organizational stuff.

[And his expression sours a bit, though there's a bit of good nature in Firo's grousing. He's never liked dealing with the police, but his memories of Maiza interacting with a certain officer are almost enjoyable.]

Except for the guys who wanna take us down.