[closed / ongoing]

[vedacontabile]

WHO: Tieria, Brian, Rhode, Kira, Roronoa, Squalo, anyone else he contacts, or gets the message from someone else he contacted. (Tag yourself once you show up, and I'll update the WHO.)
WHAT: Putting a damper on this disaster.
WHERE: A non-aligned warehouse, previously unknown to be in Vescovo's empire.
WHEN: Immediately after his locked post.

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[myscarsmiles]

Kristoph arrived first.

This was hardly a surprise, he figured - he was dealing with this as much as anyone else, and his position in the house lead him to gather quite a bit of stuff that he knew, and all in all it looked pretty bad. He watched his phones flicker sadly, knowing that Tieria took these kinds of precautions. It wasn't that he didn't like them - they were fantastic - but being out of contact bothered Kristoph, just as a general thing. He had told Rhode she did not have to go, and if Tieria tried to say otherwise than the was not above pulling rank.

He stepped inside and crossed his hands behind his back, his expression serious and unimpressed; he tilted his head forward as he watched the purple-haired consgliere wait for more.

"What is the reason you've so-called cancelled the look into what we spoke about?" He asked.

[vedacontabile]

Tieria's expression remained singular, nothing above work-mode. "I have not canceled the look. I am merely doing it myself, rather than with assistance. I am sorry you misinterpreted my statement. Also, that matter is not relevant to this situation." He looked briefly at Kristoph's lack of accompaniment. "I presume you decided Miss Kamelot did not need to be here. That is your prerogative, and I will not argue with it, but I will advise that it is perhaps not the best move. My reports indicate the AMC moving on this rather quickly, and surprisingly effectively. I would like to get all of those involved to a secure location, hence my summons. I would also like everyone to be informed, hence the breadth of my summons." He shrugged broadly. "I will continue to do my job for the security of Vescovo family until I am told expressly to stop.

"That said, I have also summoned our, mm, hired help, of whom I believe we need to dispose." He eyes did not flicker in this statement, rather they went directly to a screen, which had

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran's phone suddenly lost signal as he walked toward the specified location. He wasn't surprised, it had happened often in and around Sensei's mansion. He was a little more concerned when the phone lost power. He was still perhaps a mile out (he was always bad at judging distances), so he decided to run the rest of the way. He wouldn't know what was going on if he was late. His powerful legs carried him quickly, he arrived a short time later.

Pushing open the door to the inconspicuous-seeming warehouse--it seemed Tieria couldn't help but be thorough--Syaoran stepped inside silently and cautiously. The door itself made little noise as he let it shut, at least compared to what normally must have been rusty screeching. He was staring at Mr. Gavin's back, so he quickly stepped to the side, standing against the wall.

He gave a slight bow of respect to Tieria, making sure the consigliere acknowledged his presence. It disturbed Syaoran a little to realize there were, as of yet, no caporegimes in the warehouse.

[resolute_edge]

Zoro entered, warily. Usually, after a job was finished and over with, he didn't linger upon it, and even with all of the news coverage that Caiman's death had gotten, he had more or less put it out of mind. The only thing luring him to this meeting was the fact that Caiman had identified him: green haired asshole who cut off his head. And, well, the entire goddamn city was corrupt; who was he to know which one of his clients felt like outing him as "green haired bastard with a sword