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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


Bianca listened to Gratia. While some may have been surprised by the girl's tone, her choice of words. Bianca knew it had been there. She was not concerned nor was she stunned. She was simply, warm. She felt the heat begin to flush into her numb legs, fingers, and lungs. Gratia's tender fingers were stroking Bianca's hair. She hadn't even known realized that the car was still running.

Bianca began to sniffle, as her tears well up. She pulled away from Gratia and wiped her face gingerly. Bianca looked at Gratia with eyes so big they looked to be able to capture the entire world in their gaze.

"Thank you." And they did. Bianca's world began and ended with Gratia at this moment in time. She ripped her from perdition and gave Bianca a second chance. It was something she'd never pay back in full. But she would never stop paying it back.

"I'll wait here for extraction, you do your best." Bianca said with a smile like one a kid may bear when getting a present they know they don't deserve. She looked Gratia up and down one last time before embracing her friend once more. "I'm sorry you've been forced to do this. To come here and clean up this mess." Bianca said motioning towards herself."But this will not happen again. I-" Through Bianca's peripherals the corpse of one Vitoria Dodici greeted her. Bianca tightened her grip on Gratia and dared not move. She said through pursed lips as she held back her tears, she would not bother her friend any longer. She would leave them to their wanton destruction of the Dodici Cosca.

So there she sat. Embracing her friend whom had set her on the path of redemption. She dared not let go.
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A cheery laugh bubbled up from Ivor. “No, you big doof,” he chided Sangue, as casually as if a man’s life weren’t at stake. “The drink’s for the man dying of hypothermia. Give it to him gently.” Providing an example, he gave his own patient another sip of the coffee from the second mug, making sure to set it apart from the third mug he made for himself.

When Benjamin reached the roof, the route taken by Millade became apparent. Evidently the spite that allowed her to ignore the agony of claw wounds and bitemarks did not last for long. A radio antennae rested directly in his path lay crumpled and sideways on the roof, spattered with crusty brown. His eyes followed the trail to its conclusion, and the end of the untold tale lay before him. Approximately fifteen meters away sprawled the pallid and odorous corpse of a middle-aged woman in blue with hair colored in all the hues of the ocean, the concrete around her besmirched by dried blood and black ash. A shard of jagged glass, the discoloration on its edges indicative of being wielded like a knife, was beside her. In the quiet tragedy the weight of the world’s inhumanity could very well be embodied; the person responsible for warning her coworkers and perhaps saving their lives had died, alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no hand to tear from her skin the ebony claws of Grimm and no tears to herald her last breath. Her killers, their job complete, did not so much as take a single bite from their prize before moving on, ever in search of more death.

Whether or not Benjamin opted to pay respects for the dead, he did not have much time. Situated on an open roof above the swamp’s fetid waters and skeletal trees, any man might feel like an island, safe for the moment above an infinite and perilous depth. Darkness gathered, though it could not yet be 3:00 PM, thanks to accumulating gray clouds overhead. Every nerve of human or faunus screamed danger, danger, mere synapses proven oddly prophetic.

A monumental howl rattled the entire distillery: the predator had caught the scent of its next victim. Through the trees there came a vast, black shape, and it soared from the ground onto the rooftop of the distillery. It landed with a tremendous crash, sending tremors through the building. The Manticore leered down at the leader of team Bastille before releasing another colossal roar. It raised a huge clawed paw to crush the hunter and mince the remains.

-meanwhile-


No threat barred Cian’s hasty rush to Priscilla’s body and back, keycard clutched in her hand. After returning to the door, she swiped it open, and like heaps of random junk mixed with long-neglected slightly-smelly clothes a pile of four people immediately spilled through the doorway, in danger of falling right on top of Cian. With very little hesitation the living stack untangled itself, spreading into the hall; clearly, the sweet air of freedom meant a departure from the stifling, overcrowded confines of the control room. After the four came the remaining three survivors, urgently but not so enthusiastic as their precursors, and just like that the amount of people in the storage room nearly tripled. A half-dozen voices broke out at once, be they sputtering exhortations, gratitude, or trepidation. At the very least, a Grimm-infested facility did not seem so bad after a handful of hours spent in a small, stuffy chamber.

From the refinery room, where Jack currently stood like a statue, there came a sudden clang. One of the drums had toppled over, and after the lid popped off from the impact the culprit made her appearance. Breathless, frazzled, and stuck with what appeared to be an indelible look of terror beneath her thick spectacles, the young woman squeezed her lower half out of the drum before pulling herself out of the way of a noxious, nearby chemical puddle. Her eyes watered from the fumes, her panda ears twitched constantly, and when she stood to her shaky feet her head swam enough to make her sway, but anything beat another second crammed in that God-forsaken barrel. With her arrival, there now lived twelve individuals on the bottom floor of Manticore Distillery.

The walkie-talkie crackled to life. “Attention, team JCL,” came the voice of Goodwitch. “I have examined the medical vehicle in the distillery lot. It has just about everything you might want, including a stretcher. I encountered several Grimm; the threat has not waned. I suggest moving quickly.”

As if on cue, the very foundations of the distillery shook violently. A thunderous roar filled the air, and the vibrations of titanic footsteps filtered down even to the basement.
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Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend

"I'll make sure it won't."

Gratia slowly pulled her arms away, breaking free of the embrace. Her onyx gaze met the crying blue orbs of her friend. She could comprehend the pain that Bianca was suffering. It was for that reason why she would continue to act. To bring an end to that pain. She despised watching those eyes try and fail to hold in tears.

Their dishonesty didn't fit Bianca.

"Just don't fuck up again, birdbrain," she said, without a hint of harshness in her flat tone. " I won't be there to rescue your delicate asshole from whatever retarded situation you find yourself in next time."

She pushed open the door to the SUV, allowing the cool night air to flow inside. Her fingers reached into her pocket, pulling out her phone and quickly tapping a request to their Bullhead to pick up Bianca.

"Get going," stated the Mistralese huntress, handing over her coat. "Let me handle the trash here."
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Sangue nodded slowly. As much as she realized that giving the drink to the patient was logical, she acted without thinking for a second time. She would give herself a good mental lesson after the mission...

Bringing herself to her patient as closely as possible, the red-haired Huntress held the mug she had been given before letting the patient next to her drink. Though unsteady, she managed to follow Ivor's example and let the man drink.

"..."

Looking up, Sangue stared at Ivor as if to confirm if she did it correctly this time. As she did so, she heard a rather not-so-faint howl of a monster, causing her to look around the room with a startled look.

"That... was close by, wasn't it...?" She whispered to no one in particular.
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He should have known.

"Hindsight is 20/20", which you would now recognize as being a common phrase thrown around when talking about this young man's life, applied in an all-too worrisome manner for the latest turn of events.

Of course—
There had to be a reason Priscilla dared to leave the room in the first place after holing up like she did.


They hadn't gone in with this knowledge, and with the sudden quiet after the quick burst of combat, had been lead to believe that the source of the screams they had heard was Priscilla herself.

On the frenetic level that one's mind ran on in an S-Rank mission as a very green freshman, this seemed to be the logical conclusion. They heard screaming, heard the crash from the barrel, saw Priscilla, killed the Grimm that had been mauling her, and then heard nor seen any more, preoccupied by their injured classmate or otherwise.

Even so, it was only after the Faunus freed herself from her silent almost-tomb that the concept he should have immediately considered clicked into place:

Priscilla would leave the safe room only if she had a very good reason to.

A reason like rescuing another person trapped here.

Before he could even debate whether to rise and offer her a steadying hand or continue preliminary care on Priscilla, the entire building shuddered as something very big and heavy landed upon the roof.

"What was—"

His question was pre-emptively answered by a roar loud enough to clearly be heard down in the basement, carried through the building by raw energy.

"...We need to get these people out right now."

As always, Luke proved his mastery of stating the obvious.

He shot to his feet, quickly bounding over to the bespectacled girl and steadying her with a hand, guiding her away from the spilt chemicals.

"Easy..."

He grimaced as he brought her over to his previous spot, well away from any noxious fumes. As it happened, however, it was also close to a now half-attended at best Priscilla.

This was bad. His attention was splitting, to the chagrin of everyone involved. Why couldn't he have learned to properly multitask?

Wait, we have another brain in the room to work with.

He tilted his head over to his leader.

"Jack, how are we going to make this happen?"

A building with something big and nasty walking around, still infested by Grimm, and they had twelve survivors to navigate through it safely as well as a wounded classmate whose only hope for medical attention was far away.

There was the option to have someone run over and grab the medical supplies, but that'd be speeding headfirst into a room full of Grimm alone.

If they went with a pair, that left only one person to either guide 12 people out on their lonesome, or stay behind and bunker down while every footstep from above shook the building.

If everyone left, then that meant they'd lost their minds.

There has to be a better way than this. If we just had one more person...

If we could just get Priscilla well enough to move now!


His jaw clenched. With the winds batting the trio in the face instead of catching their sails, to this degree, anyone would have.

There had to be a way.
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Napoli Fiordilatte - Infiltration

From the moment the building came into view, even before he had snagged his cover, the sniper's eyes and ears was scanning his surroundings. The boy was on high alert, he couldn't afford to be careless, not when so many were depending on him. Not when Nuit was depending on him. He wasn't about to let his teammate suffer any more. Not to mention bastards like the Dodici deserved to feel some pain, they had inflicted more than their fair share, and as the saying went: Karma was a bitch.

But that's what he had Gratia for. She could do the brutalizing, and from the sounds of that phone call, Bianca may have been in deep trouble, but Gratia was on her way. As much as it pained the Mistralian, he'd have to trust her for now.

That said he mentally filed away hearing Mr. Nuit and seeing Bianca's insignia on the file, there would be time to piece that together later, right now he needed to get in unseen. As of now that wasn't insanely hard, just a single human between him and the door. Although Napoli wasn't an idiot either, there was no sense entering a closed door with no knowledge of what existed behind. From his current position however he was unable to see the window, that said there was a position down by the car which would assist him. Based off the assistant's distance, and Napoli's own skill at moving quietly he was pretty confident he could make it there without alerting her.

Once there the plan was simple:

Scan the inside with his sniper's scope and devise a plan of attack from there.

Here goes nothing.
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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca Nuit was picked up by the bullhead. She watched as she rose up into the air. She couldn’t stop staring at Gratia who was standing there, without her coat. She was finally pulled into the bullhead by an assistant who attempted to begin a psychological evaluation. They probably weren’t going to like what they would find. But she silently reminded herself that Gratia didn’t get out of bed for Bianca to falsify a medical examination. So she did what she does best.

Bianca began to gush about her latest trip to Mistral.

Gratia Mindaro – Mistral, Je T’aime

The bullhead rose up into the air and the wind flushed the pavement with a refreshingly cold breeze. Gratia Mindaro was standing next to a car which itself held the body of a Mafioso and another one whom was unconscious. It would be a long night.

Napoli Fiordilatte & Beryl Harken – A Basic Infiltration


Beryl would manage to catch up to her teammate just as he successfully transitioned between hiding spots. Marissa, god bless the girl - would be too occupied to notice the increasing amount of Hunters in her general vicinity. Napoli would now be able to make out what was through the window to the warehouse, there was an unbelievable amount of Faunus, more than 50 to be sure. Due to the sheer number of Faunus he couldn't make out much more from window, though he did also seem to be able to notice the fact that it was slightly ajar, as if someone had opened it due to the heat. Marissa immediately turned to face the direction of Napoli and Beryl, not that she could see them.

She began tapping away at her phone screen. She seemed impatient, worried perhaps.

"Where the hell are they..."
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Text on a page or a picture in a book can't really convey power. The best wordsmith can't convey the way it feels, to grasp the enormity of a foe, to see the muscles rippling under its hide, witness its shadow all but blot out the sun, see the world illuminated almost exclusively by the red of its eyes. There's no way to convey the force of presence backing the animosity inside those crimson orbs. It's not conscious. It's a primal understanding, a knowledge that you are completely, utterly, impossibly outclassed by the towering nightmare of ebony, bone, and blood leering down at you. It's a split-second understanding in the face of the beast itself, something only someone else who's seen it will ever understand. But the words come back to you anyway.

Manticore. Riesen class Grimm. Venomous spines in the mane. Claws. Tail. Teeth. Low armor, highly tenacious. Many, many times the size of a hunter.

I swear to God, I'm having a word with whoever in the airship managed to miss something that big.


Still, with all encompassing terror comes adrenaline.

With adrenaline time seems to slow down.

And with that extra time fear turns into spite.

While the Manticore's paw came down, Ben's feet were already pushing off of the ground hard and sending him rocketing aside. The few percentage points dropping off his Aura gauge told him Deinamig had a hand in that, but the force got him out of harm's way without much time to spare. The paw came crashing down where he'd been only a few precious seconds before, but he didn't have time to think about that. No time for hindsight. Not if he was going to feed this fucking Grimm its own fucking teeth. Artorius and Lawnslot were back in his hands before the thought even finished crossing his mind, and before his foot ever connected with the roof again. He landed nimbly but he didn't stay still. Staying still was death. He was on the move. A single shotgun shell rocketed towards its face far above, something to distract it, while he darted away from its paws and got ready.

Knowing this wasn't the time to hold back, he triggered the release of his second battery and watched the Aura gauge on his BaSTEELs rocket up to three hundred percent. More than enough to keep Deinamig going, and himself safe. Especially with the way he was moving. Part of what made the Manticore deadly was its size, yes, but it existed on a scale that was by the very nature of its existence disassociated with the one Ben existed on. Ben was tiny in comparison. The Manticore's efforts to crush him were like trying to swat a fly. Easy when it stops moving, or when you know where it'll be, but when it's in motion? When it's moving too fast and too erratically for you to track?

Good fucking luck.

"Well, we've got a party on the roof!" Ben said into the radio with a tone that was a little too cheerful to actually convey the frenetic pulse beating through every fiber of his being, training paired with centuries-old instinct to keep him alive. Slipping some Fire Dust rounds into Lawnslot made him stop talking a second, just long enough to aim and fire a few times at its eyes and reverse direction as soon as it looked like it might have worked out a pattern to his movements. "Jack, you guys gotta get the survivors out now. Know I told you I'd try and back you up, but I'm gonna need backup. Manticore up here."

Would've been nice to be able to get a message to ASL, but that wasn't happening. Earpieces were ten lien at Good Buy, and by God he was going to buy four of the fucking things when they were done here. There was no 'if'. There was no question as to whether or not he was walking away, as to whether or not he would win, as to whether or not this was the day that Manticore died. He was Benjamin Lloyd. He was part of Bastille. He was the captain. He was immovable, insurmountable, and invincible. He wouldn't let Lauren lose here. He wouldn't let Sangue lose here. He wouldn't let Amy, either. So neither would he.

Anything else'd be hypocritical.

Deinamig fueled his legs, keeping him one step ahead, while his eyes tracked the massive beast's movements. It couldn't get the drop on him, it was too big for that. Any attack'd be telegraphed a mile in advance. And when it was, he'd be getting out of the way. His tonfa combined with a series of quick, mechanical clicks leaving him with Caletfwlch held in both hands. That Manticore had one blind spot. Its underbelly had no armor, and no way for it to attack him. Once he saw an opening, that's where he'd be going.

Time to prove, once and for all, that Bastille wasn't second best to anyone.
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She'd been told to take Moss to Lauren and obey her orders from there, true enough, but... Didn't seem quite right, leaving Ben to go to the roof alone. Oh well, at least his virgin level would protect him. Amy helped the other woman down the stairs and to the cafeteria, making sure to keep her eyes and ears open. Nothing on the way down, which was odd and didn't sit well. Moss got there safe, but before she reported to Lauren... She dialed her semblance up, listening upward.

THUMP!

With an audible sound and a roar, something hit the roof. Something big.

"Sangue!" She shouted, her shield rattling out of her sleeve. "If you hear me call, come running."

Sorry for the insubordination, Cap. Never did like being the submissive one.

***

From beside Ben, a long chain lanced out, toward the Manticore, then immediately retracted into a spear, smacking into her hand with practiced ease. Her eyes didn't seem soft blue anymore-they had a predatory gleam, her feathers bristling at the Manticore's presence. As far as the animal side of her was concerned, the beast had just stepped into her territory and was trying to make a meal of her and everyone else nearby. She stepped up to be at the right of her captain, shield covering their left flank, for all the good it would do. She aimed the spear's point at the creature-

This was it, this was right-

And suddenly, all her feathers slicked back as she released a shrill scream, the sound of a hawk sighting its prey.
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Cian sighed "troubles never end does it?" She said muttered out loud the sheer craziness that was occuring for this mission alone was getting to her. Not only was her weapon in dire need of repairs but the sheer chaos of what happened and the condition Priscilla was in did not make for a good stress free time. Quite the opposite in fact "FUCK" Cian cursed out loud something that was out of char for her but in this case she thought it fit. "There has to be way were missing something but what?" She continued as she thought about ways out of their current situation.
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The impact and subsequent skull-rattling roar caused Ivor to freeze and blanch visibly. He sat stock-still for the duration of the tremor, as if any movement might throw him off into a gaping chasm. Afterward, however, he saw fit to reply to Sangue, “Yes, I’d say it is. I think it’s time we get going. Something that big might tear through the ceiling and land on our heads any moment. I can carry this guy.” To conform the statement, he gingerly embraced the man on the floor before hoisting him up over his shoulders, fireman-style. This put a great and obvious exertion on Ivor, whose face immediately betrayed the burden upon him. Of course, he knew full well that a sufferer of hypothermia should be moved as little as possible, but between worsened condition and death by giant monster, the choice seemed clear.

At the same time, the battle began in earnest on the roof. The instincts of a hunter, even one in his first year of formal training, were impressive indeed, but among predators the killer instincts of the Manticore are seldom matched. Its every sense focused on the diminutive creatures before it, permitted by age and experience to regard even small and weak things as threats thanks to steel, strategy, and souls. A cluster of bullets moved quicker than the monstrous eye could see, chipping away at its great bony mask, but the Grimm never diverted its attention away from the source, which it now saw moving toward its unprotected underbelly. At the same time, a second pipsqueak appeared to offer a glancing blow to a leg, scraping across the hide, and a shrill squawk. Did this sparrow imagine itself the predator? The moment Benjamin was beneath, the Manticore unleashed not a roar but a snarl, nasty and intense, like the cry of some behemoth engine. It sprang backward, agile if not quite as fast as a feral cat, and with some twisting of its body span around. The huge tail swept horizontally across the roof, crumpling and sending away antennae, AC units, and the body of the deceased woman. The beast landed on the ground, its head just high enough to crest the building’s edge. Pushing off its front legs, it reared up and put its front paws on the distillery, shaking the whole thing again. Its red eyes shone with a lust for bloodshed, but it would be content to wait for the little ones to open themselves up by attacking it instead.

-meanwhile-


The rapid degeneration of the current situation did not go unfelt by the group of survivors, now counting eight after the rescue of the panda girl. Knowing exactly where their best chances of survival lay, the civilians almost collectively panicked when Lucas seemed distracted and overwhelmed, Cian swore and searched wildly for a solution, and Jack did nothing. The newly-freed faunus did, however, pipe up in the ensuing silence. “’Scuse me? We can help carry the hurt girl if…if you need help?” She gestured to Priscilla, and some of the other survivors nodded eagerly, hoping that the resolution of that problem might bright the hunters-in-training clarity of mind enough to begin the dangerous journey out.
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"That would be best", he answered. He was steadying his breathing, what was he doing... He was trying to think earlier, but that only cost them. Having the survivors carrying Priscilla would free up more man power for them.

"Also we should at least apply first aid, staunch her bleeding so she can last a little longer. The medical supplies are still a ways off, so we need to do what we can... Next, if we're all to survive this everyone needs to work together...", he ordered, but he wasn't done.

"Can you survivors tell me what talents you all have? Perhaps they can be of use", he inquired. They were scientists and workers to be sure, but even if all they had was information of this facility, that was still valuable.
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Gratia gazed impassively at the disappearing form of the Bullhead, the din of its engines fading away into the Mistralese night. Nuit had been successfully exfiltrated. The stated aim of the mission assigned to Team VGNB had thus been fulfilled. Regrouping with the other members of the team and returning to the Academy was a legitimate course of action. However, over the time they had expended in retrieving their Faunus companion, a number of "loose ends" had emerged. Her onyx eyes glanced back towards the stolen SUV, at the rapidly cooling corpse of Vitoria Dodici in the back, face frozen in an expression of shock. There were still more of them out there; the scum that had taken Bianca from them in the first place had yet to face retribution.

Until the Dodici Cosca were grabbed, kicking and screaming like the rabid little pests they were, onto the ground and forced to face their crimes, VGNB could not leave.

She slid into the driver's seat of the SUV, turning the key in the ignition once more with practiced familiarity. A quick perusal of the discarded suit in the seat next to her provided the Mistralese teenager with a pair of sunglasses, an ID badge that could possibly assist her in moving around the compound, and a zippo lighter. She pocketed them. They could be utilised.

Gratia pressed her foot down on the accelerator, and the SUV began to make its way back down to the Dodici Compound.

The pathetic piece of flesh hogtied in the back visibly groaned in her rearview mirror. He was awaking.

"Good morning," she said, voice flat and solemn as a grave. "I have many questions for you."
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The nearly-naked grunt woke up in shock. He scrambled to attempt to open the obviously locked doors, he even tried to elbow his way through a window. But the Dodici were not fools, they made sure it was bulletproof. He saw the display left for him. The rotting surprised face of his former employer and nearly fainted again. His vision caving in around him. He only saw his interrogator. “The Faunus are in the warehouse, Sonny, Ignzaio and Marissa should all be there though so you’ll have a hard time getting in, please I have a family don’t kill me too. I ain’t never done nothing to that Faunus friend o’yours.” He rambled attempting to put up a solid defense against Gratia should she attack. He glanced at Vitoria and there was nothing he could use in an attempt to defend himself on her person.

He threw up his hands in front of his face, cowering in fear.
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Somewhere, in the back of Luke's head, he was starting to wonder just how out of his depth he really was here.

He couldn't speak for his other teammates, but when the newly-freed faunus spoke up and casually revealed an option that none of them had seemed to be considering, the little voice in the back of all of our heads that expresses self doubt was snarking till the cows came home.

Of course that was an option. Twelve survivors also meant twelve extra hands, and twelve extra brains, whether they were combatants or not. Was he cracking under the pressure hard enough to forget that? S-Rank or not, second mission or not, it was his job to handle it as a hunter-in-training, wasn't it? High stakes couldn't be allowed to be an excuse.

...Or was it something besides that?

No, that wasn't a thought he could honestly entertain in light of the last 15 minutes. While he didn't quite have a sporadic outburst like his gun-toting teammate, he couldn't deny that, yes, he had been letting it get to his head.

Which, as previously stated, meant a failure on his part.

...They're watching us. If I get to down on myself, they're going to pick up on it and start panicking.

I have to keep cool.


Thanks, Psychology class.

"Hey, on top of that, would anyone here know what the quickest route out of here would be?"

He glanced to his teammates, then down to Priscilla before continuing.

"If there's a better option than doubling back, we should take it."

It would probably end up being "back the way you came", but if he'd learned anything from this mission thus far, it was that you left no stone unturned. Anything to help speed these people along out of here would reduce the amount of time that BASL, who he could only assume was at least in part engaging the Grimm on the roof, was on their lonesome against something that big.
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The warehouse. Given the presence of the Dodici scum's leaders there, it was a truly tempting target, one that provided her with the opportunity to eradicate their pestilence in a single stroke. Yet despite her desire to crush those insects, those filthy little cockroaches who thought a meat suit made them human, she would not be proceeding towards their location. No, she would allow Fiordilatte and the church girl to handle them. Her comrades on the mission would be suitable distractions.

Gratia would assault the main office.

She parked the SUV a block away from the Dodici Cosca's bank, near where VGNB's leader had holed up. The bank was a front that supposedly brought them some modicum of legitimacy, but in the Mistralese teenager's eyes, there was absolutely none of it at all. They were still bottom-feeders. And they had dared ... they had the gall to harm something of hers.

That was why she would tear the Dodici Cosca apart. Piece by piece, brick by brick.

"Venetia," she stated as she exited the vehicle, her flat tones bouncing through the silence of the secluded spot her leader had snuggled into. Her onyx eyes glanced briefly at the unconscious old man beside the other huntress, but she made no further comment on the observation. "Take care of these two bodies for me."

Without waiting for a reply, Gratia immediately deposited Vitoria's corpse next to Venetia, followed by the frightened thug, wrists hogtied with a piece of fabric. They were excess baggage; everything she required had already been obtained from them.

As silently as she had arrived, she returned to the SUV, driving out of the alley and towards the Dodici Cosca's garage. They would be expecting her, likely.
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"We also need to take care of the injured as well" Cian mentioned as she rolled her neck her line of sight never leaving Priscilla. The journey out is going to be dangerous no matter how one looks at it so with that said we should at least do some basic first aid even if its just binding the wounds real quick. "Also yes if there is a better way out we need this information so we can get out here safely without the potential of injury. There were many variables she counted that could go wrong but she supposed that the first problem should be getting out safely plus she was worried about what happened earlier only pointed to a large grim appearing. This made getting out safely all the more difficult they had civilians that was with them and as such would make things more difficult that and with her weapon of choice made it even more difficult a single err in her shots would mean friendly fire and would more than likely injure or kill them.
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