[B]Gratia Mindaro[/b]

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 [I]gall[/I] to harm something of hers. 

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

"[COLOR=66CD00]Venetia,[/COLOR]" 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. "[COLOR=66CD00]Take care of these two bodies for me.[/COLOR]"

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.