[B]Gratia Mindaro - [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EcXURC_nNhc]You've Got a Friend in Me[/url][/b]

The [i]Dodici Cosca[/i]. Filthy mafia types who had their disgusting little tendrils in nearly every corner of the world. Protection rackets, drug smuggling, robbery, weapons trafficking, [i]kidnapping[/i], extortion, human and Faunus trafficking ... oh they had it all. Slimy little maggots who saw themselves (and unfortunately, were) as above the law. Utterly untouchable. "Community-minded". Gratia Mindaro knew them. She knew them well. She had seen their branches expand into [i]her[/i] docks. [i]Her[/i] home.

They weren't some two-bit shitty gang of lowlifes who thought they were [i]oh-so-very[/i] special because they could intimidate people away from their "territory" up in the northern slums. They weren't some local Central Mistralese [i]famille[/i] who straddled the line between "neighbourhood watch" and "organised crime syndicate". These were members of a fucking transnational group that made everyone else look like fucking nothing. Ants to be stepped on.

Her fists tightened, crushing the letter in her hands even further. Nuit had managed to rub two brain cells together and stolen some scrap of the organisation's papers to write on it. That was how they knew it was the [i]Dodici Cosca[/i] who had been responsible.

That was how she knew who she had to punish.

It didn't matter if they were mere ants compared to such a group.

It didn't matter if they were only four in number.

It didn't matter if the organisation's Zephyr headquarters would be heavily guarded.

It didn't matter.

They had taken Nuit.

"[color=66cd00]What will be the plan of attack?[/color]" she said, voice tightly controlled, devoid of all emotion.

[b][i]aND thEY wOuLD PaY.[/i][/b]