Russo, his eyes gleaming with a morbid fascination of the stats, quipped

"Wow, the guy's got a 100% success rate? He's like some sort of grim reaper on a payroll. I like this guy already."

Conti rolled his eyes, muttering, "Yeah, 'cause we all know grim reapers are totally trustworthy." 

Russo, hearing this, clenched his jaw and gave Conti a sharp glare. 

Conti, ever the skeptic, continued in his usual tone. "Alright, if we do proceed with Wraith, what's our timeline here? How soon can he take care of Orlov?"

Morales considered for a moment. 

"Wraith usually likes a fair bit of prep time for a job, especially when it involves a high-profile target like Orlov. Could be looking at a few days, at least. And it'll take time to arrange the payment and make proper contact."

Petrovitch, concerned about timing, added. 

"We need to move fast. This Orlov is a wild card, and the longer we wait, the more time he has to cause problems."

Elena, ever the voice of reason, reminded the group. 

"We can't rush into this. If Wraith needs time to prepare, then we have to give him that. Rushing this could lead to mistakes, and we can't afford mistakes when dealing with someone like Orlov."

Conti, ever the impatient one, let out an irritated huff. 

"I hate waiting. The longer we sit here, the more time Orlov has to cause trouble. We need to take him out now, not wait for some assassin's beauty sleep."

Morales, remaining firm on his decision, answered. 

"Conti, you know that's not how it works. We have to play things smart, not fast. And if Wraith needs time to prepare, then we give it to him. We can't afford to make careless mistakes just because we're impatient."

Bianchi, somewhat frustrated by the discussion, grumbled. 

"Great, so we wait for this Wraith guy to get his beauty sleep while Orlov's out there just waiting for us to make a move. Fantastic."

Saiyel, his gaze fixed on some unseen point, interjected, 

"I'll monitor Orlov's movements till your guy gets his plans ready."

Conti, still not entirely convinced, spoke up. 

"How are you gonna do that? Orlov's unpredictable and elusive, he'll slip through your fingers like smoke."

Saiyel, confident in his abilities, responded. 

"Trust me, I have my ways. I can keep tabs on him without him even knowing it. He won't get far."

Petrovitch, always the one for backup plans, spoke up. 

"I'll get our surveillance team to keep an eye on Orlov as well. There's no harm in having extra eyes on him."

Elena, agreeing with Petrovitch's plan, added. 

"Good idea. The more eyes we have on Orlov, the less chance he has of causing trouble. And we'll be ready to act if he does."

Bianchi, seemingly satisfied with the plan, nodded in agreement. 

"Alright, so we got Saiyel on Orlov, surveillance, and our guy Wraith lined up. Looks like we've got all our bases covered so far."

Conti, still not completely happy but outvoted, grumbled. 

"Yeah yeah, fine. We've got all our bases covered. I just hope this Wraith guy is as good as Morales says."

Morales, with his usual calm demeanor, assured the group. 

"Trust me, Wraith's reputation is well-earned. He'll get the job done, no matter what."

Petrovitch, always prepared for the worst, asked one last question. 

"And what happens if Wraith fails? We can't just let Orlov walk away after a failed hit."

Morales, considering all possible scenarios, answered. 

"If the worst happens and Wraith fails, we deal with Orlov ourselves. We put every resource we have on him, until he's six feet under."

Russo, satisfied with Morales' answer and the prospect of rinsing that smug demeanor off Orlov, was finally convinced. 

"Alright, sounds like we've got a plan. We keep tabs on Orlov till Wraith is ready, and if he fails, we take him down ourselves. But I really hope that Wraith is worth his price."

Bianchi, a sly smile on his face, chimed in. 

"Oh, he better be. I don't think we'd be too happy if we fork over 500k for a hit that doesn't stick."

Morales, always one to consider multiple perspectives, reminded the group. 

"Keep in mind, the price is just the start. Wraith will likely tack on additional charges based on the complexity and risk of the hit. Plus, we can't forget about the payment logistics. We don't just have 500k sitting around waiting to be given to some assassin."

Petrovitch, always focused on the financial aspect, added. 

"Let's not forget the cost of our surveillance team as well. We have to pay them extra to keep an eye on Orlov round the clock."

Conti, somewhat annoyed by the discussion of finances, spoke up. 

"Alright, alright, we get it, there's a lot of stuff that needs to get done. But let's focus on the actual plan for now. We can deal with the money stuff later."

Morales, agreeing with Conti's point, said. 

"Conti's right. Let's stick to the plan for now. We'll figure out the logistical and financial aspects of this as we go. We need to stay focused on our objective, which is to stop Orlov before he makes a mess of everything."

Elena, ever the pragmatist, spoke up. 

"Okay, everyone's on board with the plan. We keep tabs on Orlov, let Wraith handle the hit, and deal with any potential aftermath. But we stay focused, and we make sure nothing else slips through our fingers while we're dealing with Orlov. Everyone got it?"

Conti, ready to get started, responded.

"Yeah, we got it. Let's do this." 

Bianchi, eager to get things moving, chimed in. 

"Alright, the plan's set. Let's get this show on the road." 

Petrovitch, always one to ensure things run smoothly, added. 

"Good. We all know our roles and responsibilities. Let's make sure we get this done right."

Morales, the final say, declared: 

"Good. We're all in agreement on the plan, and our respective tasks. Now, I expect you all to see to it that this is carried out efficiently and without any complications. We can't afford any slip-ups. Is that understood? “

Conti, Russo , Petrovitch, Bianchi, and Elena, in unison, replied with a resounding: 

"Understood!"

 As they all "understood," Conti added in a sing-song voice, "Loud and clear, boss-man," giving Russo a playful nudge, causing Russo to twitch slightly. 

Morales, satisfied with their response, nodded. 

"Good. Then let's get to work. We have a lot to do, and the clock is ticking."

Saiyel watched the father-children dynamics of the group, an imperceptible smile on his face.