[B]Gratia Mindaro - Journée des Tuiles[/B]

They were gone.

It was time to begin.

Gratia ghosted through the hallways of the office compound, silent and impassive, her intact disguise as merely another lowly thug within this soon-to-be-nonexistent collection of scum allowing her free rein of the building. There were few obstacles in her path, she noted dispassionately, no pathetic little insects for her to squash beneath her feet. Not that she particularly desired to take time out of her plans to do so - they would suffer no matter what she chose to do, and watching their dreams crumble to ashes was more than enough to sate her bloodlust. No, she would leave the pest control to the cheese-eating goat-fucker.

He would enjoy bashing in the skulls of the unwashed masses of animals far more than she.

She glanced down at the USB stick in her hand, a new piece of evidence that would join the dossier that the Marissa woman had provided her. It was not particularly necessary for her to retrieve all these shitty knick-knacks lying around, but she made sure to be thorough. All the little bits and pieces would be truly useful in ruining the disgusting name of the Dodici to the extent where they would be struck out from history. She would make their extermination slow and painful, and every little piece of evidence would help her in doing so.

Quietly, the young Huntress stepped back from the empty storeroom, having successfully retrieved all that was useful.

It was time to begin.

The fire alarm began to ring, the wild, frightening sound echoing across the compound.

Just like she wanted.