[B]Gratia Mindaro - Zephyr[/B]

"[color=66cd00]Swallow that pride of yours, Venetia,[/color]" said Gratia, onyx eyes gazing impassively back into her leader's. "[color=66cd00]It does you no good when it's misplaced.[/color]"

She refused to allow her leader's ego to endanger the success of the mission and the safety of their objectives. That was simply forbidden. Their task ... their goal of extracting Bianca Nuit from the grasp of the Dodici Cosca ... they were not going to fuck it up. Nobody ... nothing ... not a single obstacle would be tolerated. If Venetia's little bullshit was going to bring danger and hurt their success, then she would simply crush that fucking ego beneath her heels, her leader's feelings be damned.

Safety was paramount.

"[color=66cd00]I'll walk into that shitty little bank for you,[/color]" she continued, tone slowly settling back into the cold, ruthless and business-like monotone that was typical of her. "[color=66cd00]You're far too aristocratic for this.[/color]"

Vega Venetia had a duty to coordinate the remainder of the team.

She was the leader, after all.

Gratia Mindaro lacked that responsibility.