Compared to frontline members, Portolia wished she could be one of those who set the rules of the game within the organization, instead of fleeing overseas in a sorry state, continuing to arduously amass hard-earned Game Coins.
Dean might be her only chance to turn the tables.
Lost in her wild thoughts, time trickled away. It was approaching one in the morning.
BUZZZ~
Just then, Portolia's phone beneath her vibrated slightly, displaying a red alert: "L7 Sweeper team in position, communication channel open, please contact us as soon as possible."
The armed squad sent by the organization to cover her departure had arrived.
L stood for Los Angeles; 7 indicated they were the seventh team. She was familiar with the organization's teams 5 through 9 in Los Angeles. She herself had formed these teams, recruiting gunmen who were remnants from the fallen Carmen Family and absorbing them into the organization. As such, she felt a certain connection to them.
