[h2][color=66CD00]Gratia Mindaro – Mistral, Je T’aime[/color][/h2]

Like that, Gratia was alone in the parking garage. Sonny and Marissa were gone and whatever Gratia’s plans were free to be enacted. The Cosca’s buildings were truly, her oyster. Sonny put an empathetic head on Marissa’s chin as the last remaining scion sped off into the cold Mistralian night.

Speaking of cold Mistralian’s – Gratia stood in front of her oyster, it seemed to be waiting for her to tear it apart. To light the whole bloody building on fire. Who cared about innocence or innocents? They [i]took[/i] her birdbrain.

[h2][color=FADA5E]Napoli Fiordilatte[/color] & [color=7fffd4]Beryl Harken[/color] – A [color=7fffd4]B[/color]asic Infiltratio[color=FADA5E]n[/color][/h2]

As soon as Marissa hit the floor her form began to change, as if she was liquefying. The visage of a sad young man took her place as Beryl moved him between two parked cars. Her path was clear and all that remained were the hostages. VGNB’s calculated destruction of the Dodici Cosca was nearing its completion. Bianca was secure, each Cosca member eliminated or otherwise accounted for.

Things were looking up.

The clamor in the warehouse grew quiet since they no could no longer hear ‘Marissa’ speaking. The Faunus inside waited as patiently as they could, given their circumstances.