In the den of night, the stroke of midnight has started ringing in the dark city of Kazeichi. None shall be wise if it was night or day by just looking outside, therefore it would be important to look into the clocks and for Camellia, time was always a constant for her. Not just for telling the time, oh no. Having the time allows her to learn how long it takes one to achieve their actions. She calculated it would take ten minutes her current objective, rather her soldiers as she decided to use this mission to train them with first-hand experience.
It took a minute longer than she had predicted of her team, at the fault of one of the members. Still, the mission given was achieved regardless as she walks back to her Sister's office with seven crew. There were eight when the mission started. Her sister's family building was the tallest and biggest building of Kazeichi, showing the might and wealth the Marseille's have over everyone that resides in this crime-filled area. Approaching the entrance there were ten's of soldiers wearing simple military outfits and their standard weaponry. Even a couple of APC's with heavy machine guns helps those soldiers Camellia considered as mere mooks to reinforce the first line of defense. Rain falling upon them giving the military tracks a shine to them and the dampness of the soldier's uniforms.
As she came closer the mooks knew they had to move, hurrying themselves to allow Camellia and her remaining elites to go forth. They knew if they did not, they would not have a tomorrow to make the same mistake. After all, Camellia thought of their lives as nothing more than the ground she steps on. They knew the stories that are told of her and they knew what she is capable of doing. While those soldiers of her's. . . one of them was worth fifty of them, taught by her personally and hand-picked as well. Equip with the best state-of-the-art equipment that money can buy.
Upon entering the building, she narrows her red eyes not caring for how fancy it was, the smooth sleek black that covered the floor and walls. Paintings and another decor that fitted with her sister's tastes, all of them to her were distractions to the bigger picture. Soon enough Camellia and her company arrived to a large elevator, opening it and entering the empty space. With her special keycard, the elevator will take her to the top floor. A long hallway with a red carpet that goes all the way to the end and the room itself composes of the Marseille family achievements, art, and trophies. The place was lined with troops slightly more armored and heavily equipped than the mooks outside. They were special mercenaries that were to give the last line of defense. One of her elites equal to twenty of them. Of course, if they were to fall. Those mercs can be replaced with better ones and then the last line of defense. Those same harden mercs that felt a tense pressure with Camellia's presence.
Entering the double doors, Camellia stares at her Sister, holding onto her pipe as a business woman blew smoke out of it. The room was one expected of Violet. A gorgeous room that befitted the looks of the one she was staring intensely at, from the desk to the chair, to the window that shows all of the city that she wants control of with an iron grip solely on taking over other businesses that dare challenge the Marseille. Even the room contains the means to communicate with others and for violet, this was important therefore the communication was made too strong. So strong it can be able to communicate with other worlds. Violet's influence was terrifying and if it wasn't for Camellia who knows how far that limit was without her sister.
Violet was the last line of defense for any attack. After all, one can simply pull the trigger and be done with it. But Violet can use her words as weapons to turn a so-call attack as a means of opportunity, her charisma and beautiful looks were lethal in that regard. Then she would use the attack as a means to solve the weaknesses of her defenses and fix it. Making it harder on what next attack that may occur. She and her sister doesn't see eye to eye. Still, she was family and business aspects were not her forte just like how being the 'muscle' wasn't violet's. That is why these two were so effective, they cover each other's weaknesses.
Camellia stood in the middle of the room as her seven troops stand in line behind her.
"Mission complete. The takeover of the gun shop is done and we have ownership. They will be under new management shortly with one of our own. This will allow us to supply more of your so-call troops more efficiently. To think there are still fools that want to resist against us. Fools should be happy you give them an opportunity. Pay with money for protection or pay us with their blood. What is so hard to understand? They even hired thugs to protect them. A waste."
Violet Marseille's Comments