[B]Gratia Mindaro - A Friend in Need[/B]

Her first impressions had not been mistaken. Gratia's onyx gaze lingered for the barest of seconds upon the fallen body of the thug that had escorted her here, at the blue tinge spreading across the man's terrified face. It was cruel, ruthless ... an act utterly devoid of anything that could be construed as mercy. The Dodici scion had found offense in his subordinate's words, and thus had attacked. That was all it took. A single blow to the throat.

A light tingle travelled up her spine, its source where her newest ... employer ... had pushed her aside.

He was dangerous. A wild animal. Almost inhuman.

She couldn't pull any bullshit, not when her mission was on the line. Sonny Dodici was proving himself to be somebody she could not afford to cross.

Not yet, anyway.

The Mistralese huntswoman nodded dutifully, as was expected of her now in this façade she had placed herself in. She tensed suddenly as the assistant woman ([i]Marissa. She would remember the name and face.[/i]) pressed a hand against her back, forcing her away from Sonny Dodici. So she was being guided as well, then. How irksome. Her expression was composed, growing more icy. It was such an annoyance, but it was for the sake of the mission. Nuit's safety was to be confirmed.

The rest of the team would need to do the same for themselves as well, if the fading orders of the Dodici scion were any indication. They were fools, but they would be able to survive. Not even the goat-fucker could fall to these horrid lowlifes.

Gratia stepped into the elevator.

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Those cries were not her responsibility.

She followed after Marissa, leaving the noise behind.

[i]Ça serait ... un peu ennuyeux[/i].