A ball of ice clanged in the glass as it hit the table. In the private room on the Golden Hummingbird's second floor, Rose sat on one of the sofas her expression calm, her lips slightly curved. She wore clothes similar to her usual: skinny jeans, a low-cut shirt, and a black leather jacket. It was almost as if the winter cold didn't bother her at all.
Sitting on the other side of the coffee table were Dante and Finn. The latter looked like he was about to crumble from nervousness, while the former still maintained the annoyed expression he had for a while now.
"So," Rose finally spoke. "You want to take out the Daggers."
"And you want to take out Black Skull," Dante said.
"... I can see why you think those are connected, but there is a problem."
"And that is…"
"The scale." Rose sighed. "We're talking about two of the biggest gangs in the city."
"And we are going to take them out at the same time," Dante replied.
