[B]Gratia Mindaro - Outskirts of the City[/B]

"[color=66cd00]You're fucking retarded.[/color]"

That 'plan', if it could even be called such a thing when it was so utterly shit, hinged on far too many unknown variables. It hinged on pure arrogance, a massive overestimation of Venetia's own capabilities. It hinged on the Lord taking pity on the peanut-sized mind residing within her leader's dense skull. It hinged on placing the spectacle-wearing girl in great danger, in essence adding another hostage to be rescued to the mission, and therefore increasing the difficulty faced in ensuring a success. It reduced their effective number of combatants by one. It was an inefficient, iditioic and irritating little plan.

It was shit.

Pure fucking shit.

Self-sacrificial, endangering [i]bullshit[/i].

"[color=66cd00]Perfect plan, you say?[/color]" said Gratia Mindaro. Her voice was as cold and impassive as ever, but the sheer volume of sarcasm oozing from her could not have been ignored. "[color=66cd00]Did you get a sneak peek at the workings of providence while we weren't looking? Or are you a delusional moron who thinks such a mess of a fucking plan could work?[/color]"

It was clear that she believed the latter.

She refused to hedge her bets on such a needless plan.

"[color=66cd00]Do you know what a better idea might be? Not putting your aristocratic asshole into the firing line and getting yourself [i]held fucking hostage[/i]. Where the [i]fuck[/i] is your self-preservation, Venetia? Are you a goddamned suicide risk?[/color]"

Her tone was icy, biting, filled with irritation.

"[color=66cd00]Infiltrate as a fucking new recruit or a member of a service industry or a repair worker or shit like that. Don't you fucking dare go in there and endanger yourself. It's a shitty plan that won't [i]fucking[/i] work.[/color]"