[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Bianca sat silently in the car twiddling her thumbs. There wasn’t much there for her to do since Gratia had outlawed killing the idiots. She stared at them for a while, their sleeping faces. Yeah, they were relatively peaceful but she saw something there. The hatred they felt for her. For a while, she attempted to understand that hatred. Maybe learn from it. But when you’re chained from the ceiling it’s difficult to see the good in people. You can certainly see the bad, in fact you start actively looking for it. You start seeking it out. Because, you know it’s there.

Gratia returned and she brought with her clothes, snacks and drinks. Wait, there was more. Gratia explained that while Bianca was being prepared for being a slave, she had missed some fashion news. She had forgotten about fashion.

She immediately took the clothes from Gratia and began stripping off the suit and handed Gratia her coat back. While she was [i]never[/i] happy to see Atlesian clothes as they truly wounded those who wore them, she was pretty sure the suit he was wearing was from Vale. If there’s one thing worse than casual Atlesian-wear it was suits from Vale. She threw the suit jacket into the back with the trash Gratia had collected and threw on the jeans and fuzzy jumper before Gratia was even fully in the car. Her wings being much smaller made it unfortunately easy to change. 

She didn’t have time to complain about her wings though because as Gratia got comfortable in the car Bianca chomped into the first sandwich. She only tasted nourishment, not whatever the hell was on the bread that supported it. She would wait to open up the magazine, she couldn’t focus on it while she was eating and drinking the days of exhaustion away.

[color=#9d36ff]“What now?”[/color] Bianca asked after swallowing down the food that was disappearing all too fast.

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[h2][color=fff79a][s]V[/s][/color][s][color=66CD00]G[/color][/s][color=FADA5E]N[/color][color=7fffd4]B[/color] – A nice Breeze[/h2]
Recognizing the area in which Napoli was headed Beryl found herself looking at a parking lot, in the parking lot stood a woman wearing a pencil skirt and dress shirt. She stood in approximately the middle of the lot. Napoli, Beryl could see, was hiding a little farther from her current position.

Marissa herself was anxiously tapping her phone, small messages making a sound to notify her that they were there. She quickly put the phone to her ear. 

“That’s correct, yes Gratia has left with the package. No Sonny, things are going according to plan.” She sounded stressed.