[center][b][h1][i]Redecorating the City[/i][/h1]

[h2][color=f26522]David Sinclair[/color][/h2]

Trevi Fountain, Rome[/b][/center]

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It wasn't uncommon for Ghouls to lead peculiar lives. What seemed like an anomaly could very well be the norme in certain ghoul populations. A prime example would be the amount of trans-somethings within Tokyo. The unpredictably of such entities made the human populations more and more aware of their existence. Slowly but surely, the man eating creatures would soon ascend as a larger threat than terrorism. However, unlike the insane suicide bombers, these creatures were clearly much harder to control and/or contain, as such attention was brought at a minimum toward them. The power of the media, now that was their way to manipulate the masses into fearing or not the ghouls. The fact of the matter is, minorities of people still aren't fully aware of these creatures by that simple fact. No matter the reasons behind this, many feral ghouls saw incremental gains from this, while some others saw long term benefit. 

Enter David Sinclair, middle aged man with a deep relationship with modern technology. Not exactly a wizard, but truly an old geezer with his head over his shoulders, aware of just how simple life as a ghoul would be with a small fraction of this influential power used by the humans. It came to no surprise that while Miyako was busy dealing with the literal trash of the old world left behind by Mussolini, Sinclair was sitting calmly within his modest apartment in the Trevi Fountain district. Although not spacious, the novelty of the building made it attractive to old school actives such as him. His apartment was dark at this time of the day, well, night, with only a single flickering light accompanied with various sounds. 

Quite ironically, the old man was having himself a Godfather III movie with a cup of coffee on the table next to his 'throne'. The saddening ending scene would be accompanied with a quick dial from his advanced smartphone held in his right hand. As Miyako's phone [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmY7kH-KB48]rang a rather familiar and somewhat fitting tune for the moment she was living[/url], it would automatically set itself in speakerphone. A little hacking trick his apprentice, Pyotr, a Russian computer engineer from who also happens to be a Ghoul and one of Sinclair's rare workers to be posted in Rome. 

"[color=f26522]Buonasera little monster. I reckon you're either dead or creepily enjoying gloomy night near your terror sight o' all places.[/color]"

He chuckled at the thought of his minion possibly dying against the low budget alternatives taken by pansies whom supposedly were the source material for the masterpieces he had just watched. The answer was as clear as day, the CCG had no interest in helping these men and he'd even bet that they'd let the beasts run loose just to terminate these clean shaven brutes whom they had no authority to mess with. Of course, it didn't help that along the CCG there was also the Vatican, and they were not exactly as laughable as the cretins Sinclair had served on a silver platter for the young ghoul. 

"[color=f26522]Well, the answer matters not young lady, as long as you've signed it for our good friend, the Ancelotti, you can come back in a plastic bag for all I care.[/color]"

Behind this humor there was indeed a rather heavy objective here. The Ancelotti, as much as they sounded like another typical family, were in reality a group of ghouls that recently emerged. Now, unlike one would expect, they weren't some big gang causing trouble all around. No, they'd be more akin to the good spirited ones, those who help other ghouls and take down the more corrupt individuals. If it stayed at just that, Sinclair couldn't give more than a wooden nickel about it all, however their activities did complicate some things. Their overly positive influence and growing numbers made it harder for Sinclair to have a grasp on the city. The chaos of the many ghoul gangs was surprisingly a good thing for the underground communication business. If they centralized themselves and lost the need for more organized organizations or outside intelligence from a third party, there was going to be a problem. 

Of course, Sinclair wouldn't be dumb enough to simply charge into them from the get go. No, if they managed to stay up this long and grow so fast, they likely had at least one aggressive Kakuja. That alone deterred the old man to take direct action. Besides, they weren't actively assaulting David's little scam work, but resources and the advantages given by Rome would be null. It would be even worse if the CCG along with the Vatican finally realized just how big this group really was. The last thing Sinclair needed was a crackdown within Rome, not until he had completely covered this city. 

"[color=f26522]Anyway, you can come back to HQ. Pyotr may have been kind enough to leave some leftover Japanese coffee for you. Unless you've got something nice to bring me first? You know I'm a sucker for surprises.[/color]"

He'd finish the call at that point, though he left her the responsibility to hang up. He did like to hear her talk, the silent mannerisms she had when not violently slaughtering people was quite unnerving at times, even for the veteran himself.